There are very few contexts in which that sign would not be creepy.
Do you look for Trump in your closet and under your bed each night? He’s as much there as in this cartoon.
At this point, it has nothing to do with politics. If you are no longer able to look at a silly cartoon about a pirate protecting a dog from sharks without thinking about Trump — or Bill Gates, or Roger Goodell, or Warren Buffet, or Elon Musk, or any of the other people you only know through electronic media — it’s time to step away from devices with screens for a while and enter the real world.
Snow is no reason not to fire up the grill.
Ursa Major is the mama (Callisto). Ursa Minor is her son (Arcas).
I would have thought Norman Bates would be the more obvious choice.
Just don’t duel an artillery man who understands indirect fire.
“In 2009, 360-pound nose guard Terrence Cody wanted to stay on the field in passing situations and rush the passer, but Alabama football coach Nick Saban told ‘Mount Cody’ that he needed to drop to or below 350 pounds to be a so-called ‘rabbit.’” — https://www.al.com/alabamafootball/index.ssf/2012/08/tides_big_jesse_williams_is_in.html
Judge: “My 8-ball says, ‘Try again.’”
Mr. Lunt had a love song about a cheeseburger.
She sort of has a point: she’s a Fusco Brothers equivalent to a Star Trek redshirt, and she will not exist outside today’s strip.