Loved Farside, and Don Martin cartoons (among many others) before that.
Don’t know where I got Ralph. It should have been Phil all along.
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette.
Puff, puff, puff until you puff yourself to death
Tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate that you hate to make him wait
But you’ve gotta have just one more cigarette.
What a racket. Hump to the store, then hump your way back, and then the doctor complains about the quality of the brains that you brought to him.
That’s really holy water. I mean, it comes out of a hole in the squirt gun, right?
Poetic praise and cheap kibble. The dinner belies the words.
Well, at least that’s what Ralph wants to believe. Again. However 14 days in a row isn’t going to sit well with his boss.
Many thanks, oh queen of the incredible posters. May I live long enough to enjoy thousands more of them.
But that chili is going to burn a hole right through you.
I started out working on core memory boards.
Hey, I see bubbles in there!