My wife and I are very senior. We are still able to walk our downtown. Lots of lovely lady with torn jeans. Most young adults, but some older (much older). We want to confront them with our kindness: “Miss, I am so sorry you are unable to afford to keep your clothes up. May we be of some help?”
Arlo is just finding out why his MIL is named Andora.
I’ve missed Jef. He is such an arrogant POS.
It should be.
Or, she ordered him a “more suitable” jacket and it arrived same-day delivery.
Wasn’t this strip about a new toy for Luddie and his species and not about issues with Amazon’s packing and delivery services?
My wife and I are going to open a blinker repair shop. It’s obvious no one else is running such a repair shop.
She shouldn’t drink that much. Arlo might take advantage of her.
Is Missouri City in Kansas?
They already were coed when my daughter started at UCLA in 1985.