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“Mike” for a name was a joke, y’know Doonsbury. If he’d been named “Pete” it would’ve been Pumpkinpanski.
I miss my early 70s bellbottom jeans. And chuka boots.
Either that, or dissect a frog.
Being shunned whilst at university — oh the horror.
Scrape your boots when retracing your steps.
My plan I see to sleep like a baby. Hope y’all got me a Nannie.
Zeke hears what he can’t see with his deviated septum.
Next week: Rectal herpes.
Garry needs to quit being so damn cute.
You only laugh if it hurts.