Waiting, waiting, waiting, yes we just keep waiting.
Imagine being named trump now — that would be rough.
My childhood was like the first two panels, but luckily I grew up in a small town, so we played in the woods and at the swamp, and creek, and pond.
Geez, some mean-hearted people here. If you can’t be nice to animals, you aren’t a nice person.
This was my probably my favorite memory of little league, and it was awful. Baseball was boring.
Similar feeling now to that during the nuclear rivalry between the US and the USSR. We’re on the brink of doom all the time.
Eat the rich
“Pork knobs”? Is that British thing?
Much earlier in time, but mushrooms before an early music concert. There was a tiny man playing a huge instrument, and a huge man playing a tiny instrument. It was so funny I had to leave so I wouldn’t ruin the concert with laughter.
Is his name Jack?