Created from a third grader? So there are pieces of third grader in these snowmen?
I don’t get the joke.
Ziggy must be on floor 9 3/4.
I heartily concur with the comments above which point out that when you talk to yourself, you are guaranteed intelligent conversation.
Further, some people have told me that’s okay to talk to yourself, as long as you don’t answer. To that I reply, “It would be rude of me not to answer.”
And then there’s this little classic:
One Sunday, a priest decides to skip church and play golf instead. God and St. Peter observe this from above. As the priest tees up at the first hole, St. Peter expects God to make sure the priest has a terrible game. To St. Peter’s surprise, God gives the priest an incredible, against all odds hole-in-one.
St. Peter asks God, “Why did you do that — rewarding him when he’s playing golf on Sunday?”
God replies, “Look at it this way: Who can he tell?”
There are two advantages of this method of creating a jack-o-lantern: The pumpkin will last longer, and it’s a lot less messy.
Mad lost me with their reboot or whatever you want to call it, in 1997. In the interest of trying to get a new younger readership, they became more crude and juvenile — starting with the infamous cover that showed Alfred sitting on a copy machine, xeroxing his bare butt. Never read it again, except for collections of the great old material.
Batman was always much more careful about keeping his secret identity a secret.
Only on the TV show.
That’s Cap’n Crunch, if you please.