For many, many years, operators have bought acreage in the Big Bend region of Texas, Presidio and Brewster Counties and theoretically divided it on paper and sold the parcels as “lots.” They paid almost nothing for the land (and arguably overpaid). They advertised the lots for prices that were trivial but still made them large profits. People show up at the county clerks’ offices asking to be directed to their land. They are told to just pick any place. They’re all the same. Rocks and sand. No roads. No water. No other utilities. But they do own a “West Texas ranchette.” I suppose that with GPS, you could actually find your land today.
Maybe their cruse lines are getting started back.
I think jumble sale for something like this. Boot sale for more what we would call a flea market where lots of people come and sell.
Every time he opens his mouth, she gets this look on her face like, “I’m going to be able to make this monkey to dance to any tune I want.”
The most likely explanation is as you would think. The, where it is used, is old, going back at least to the 19th century. And since it was often old clothes and because people likely to sell their clothes commonly had fleas, buyers knew they were getting the fleas thrown in for free.
He should now secretly pick things out of her clothes to get rid of. Maybe then she wouldn’t have the gall to violate his.
Even Husband Chow?
Alright. This must be Artistic Saturday for this strip, and this is one of those literary allegory things. The walking must be metaphorical. The notion that those two would walk anywhere is too much disbelief to suspend. We all know they would drive, even just across the street.
It’s just loaded with allegory, like Jerry’s right hand in his pocket and his left in Burl’s pocket, while the “Enter” sign foreshadows. You doubt me? Well what about the other sign: Straight Ahead.
(See. And you thought you’d never use all that stuff from junior high English class.)
Bonus points if you know where they are today.
Answer: Collinsville, Illinois
Sell ’em a jar of those baby gherkins and tell them to plant them one inch deep, spaced four inches apart. Thin them when they come up.
Skunapotomus. He doesn’t like to talk about it.