Maybe 12 years ago, my girlfriend at the time and I were up late on a Saturday night (technically Sunday morning) watching an old movie on TCM. About 1am my phone rings and it’s some drunk college girl. She’s starts screaming at me that she knows I’m cheating on her — obviously she misdialed and thought she was calling her boyfriend. No matter what I said, she refused to believe she’d called the wrong number. She just kept screaming and telling me to stop lying about it being a wrong number. I hung up, immediately called my cell provider and had them block her number.
My dad and I planted some 6" pine seedlings on his land in 1982. Now they’re all over 30 ft. tall.
Random order? Last couple weeks, they were running a story arc piecemeal … and backwards.
The pig “survived.”
No ham for supper tonight.
First time I realized I could pause live TV on my DVR was at the end of Super Bowl XLII, when the Giants were about to score with less than a minute on the clock, and I really, really, really had to go to the bathroom.
An interesting thing is that at that time, frankincense and myrrh were more valuable than gold.
Bet he also likes giving his wife a Christmas goose!
John, the DC editors probably noticed, but didn’t care. BTW, I swear Blondie Bumstead has gotten bigger in recent years.
Kind of pointless for the WaPo to charge to read all the old Doonesburys, when you can read them here at Go Comics for free. (Click on the double-left arrow below the strip to go all the way back to the first strip.)
And who wants to be pestered by all those deeply closeted Republicans?