Old white guy living in South-central Texas.
Toenails go “click, click, click”, not “shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.”
He needed a bigger glove. Too late now, though.
Here in South Central Texas we had an overnight low of 73. Very comfortable. This afternoon should be 100, though.
Quick – Sneeze!
Not likely to be injured jumping out of a plane. Now landing, that’s a different story.
Is it just me, or can anyone else see the profile of a woman’s head involving Gaylord, Broomie’s back, and the space between them?
I find one of Kierkegaard’s comments more applicable to today’s strip: "Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards."
Next time, pretend it’s a rip current and go perpendicular to the direction it’s going. You can’t outrun Mother Nature, but you don’t have to stay in her path.
I’m older than Uncle Ted? Sheesh. And I had thought I was younger than the Born Loser.