Old white guy living in South-central Texas.
Ah. I think my 70 pound lab/shar-pei mix had that.
Or in like a lamb and out like a lion. In 1973 we had a huge blizzard in Iowa on April 9th. 15 inches of snow and drifts that reached 5 feet high in my driveway.
A cataract surgery and a hip replacement? Wow. She’s got some pretty well off clients. I knew they did cataract surgery on animals, but hip replacements surprises me.
You would certainly need to calculate for the curvature of the Earth if you were at a great enough distance.
You are permitted to laugh, but you don’t have to.
No. It’s a joke. Like the married lawyer that goes into a bar and talks to this sweet young lady, who finally gets around to asking “Are you married?” Well he’s in a quandary. He loves his wife, and doesn’t want to deny her, but at the same time he’s enjoying the company of the young lady (in a now prohibited public place, that was at the time, anyway, an OK place to hang out), so he’s not sure what to answer. So he simply answers “Yes”. It’s the truth, but not the whole truth. Even “heliocentric” is not the whole truth, as the Sun and our solar system reside in an arm of the Milky Way Galaxy, that is but one galaxy of many in the Multiverse. Now, before I go on, ask yourself. Did he shoot five times or six? Or to drop the metaphor, if I challenge him, how long can he string out this disjointed explanation of a very unimportant detail? And do I care? So go ahead. Make my day. (The preceding has pretty much all been a joke, by the way. Going a little bit stir crazy.)
But she tries harder.
At age 1 (per yesterday’s strip) I’m agreeing with Charlie. Too little.
With Rod, I’m guessing he twisted his ankle running away from the battle.