He was hoping Oop would leave so Wonmug could finally be alone and free to put the move on Oola. Oop has been blocking him for years.
hmm I’ve always gotten pretty good results at getting people to be productive through the use of whips, sniper rifle practice shots and the promise of a meal sometime this month. I can’t imagine happiness working any better than that.
I remember coming back to work after injuring my back and having to work on light duties. My chiropractor looked shocked when I told him the first thing I had to do on my shift was move and restack 50 50lb bags of baking soda. He told me I was supposed to be on light duty. I said “I know. That’s why I only carried one bag at a time.”
The gag explains Oops character as written by JAS. He is a moron, easily distracted and loves new shiny things, preferably to eat. He is being written as a young child in an adult body, so of course first place deserves a trophy and he wants it now or he just might throw a temper tantrum. Trophies sound fun so he wants one, while court sounds boring and Oop hates boredom.
I found a baby on the doorstep and I decided to keep it. The amazing thing is how much it resembles me. (in a letter to a Pow in the movie Stalag 17)
we will wash his mouth out with soap as soon as we get him home. No respectable person uses that type of language.
And the ball lands on Black. Your family is now the property of the casino. If you want a chance to win them back see the red guy with horns in the far corner. He will make you an offer that would be a SIN to pass up. He has the SOUL solution for your problem.
he ain’t no ghost of no Christmas present. He’s just some dead dude bro’. Ghost of Christmas present be like a box in wrapping paper with a big ribbon.
Am I imagining things or does Bob resemble Richard Nixon in this strip?
Boa Constrictor by Shel SilversteinOh, I’m being eatenBy a boa constrictor,A boa constrictor,A boa constrictor,I’m being eaten by a boa constrictor,And I don’t like it—one bit.Well, what do you know?It’s nibblin’ my toe.Oh, gee,It’s up to my knee.Oh my,It’s up to my thigh.Oh, fiddle,It’s up to my middle.Oh, heck,It’s up to my neck.Oh, dread,It’s upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .