His upholders are crumbling.
Self marinated chicken.
I made Gary remove is chapeau before I’d let him in the car.
Oh, and bring a lantern.
You know those manholes in the street? You need a ladder to get down into them and you have to wear a bright vest and hard hat? Look for me down there in my weirdness.
Two Peteys under one roof? I’d lose my mind.
Mumford is stuck in question mode.
I’ve been enjoying all the different ladies from other comic strips.
Turn over, put pillow over head, go back to sleep.