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Yep kids, it’s getting hard to swallow food.
Er, honey, is it your time of the month, and did you forget something?
Well, that’s all need be said.
This retired Ma-Bell mid-manager would charge only a finder’s fee to determine the accidental called number. Then a minimum charge to remove the dots by driving the car through Rat’s house.
The color-blindness test kind.( I once had access to on line software to generate plates only my kind of CB can see. Normal vision cannot. I would have come in handy spotting enemy camouflage during WWII.)
I’ll lightly sprinkle chicken broth on your black beans.
Snob. But while you’re at it, exact recipe please.
My guess is he lives on Drewry Lane, in a trailer down by the river.
That’s no Thinking Man’s hat. Where’s his Fez?
Same here, and I suspect coprolites in salt mines. I SCUBA and my instructor said he never dives in the sea, and I learned the hard way, as usual, to agree when the water in my mask went up into my uppermost rear sinus. It was very difficult to remove, consisting of standing erect, then bending low at the waist, then standing erect again whereupon about an ounce would flow out and shock all onlookers. The process is repeated till empty, except for the brain eating amoeba and whale poop.