I didn’t know sports cars could go 200 miles per hour.
Calvin was discreet enough to make a rope out of bedsheets and avoid the stairs. That way he made sure dad was still in bed when he called.
Calvin has to climb up to it on a rope and five feet is all he can do.
Unless it was stewed monkey heads.
And how does a baboon smell?
Watterson could have surpassed all the great poets if he’d wanted to.
Hey, that’s a pretty good sculpture! Lettuce for hair and garbanzo beans for teeth.
Unless it’s stewed monkey heads.
Calvin had to think hard for that funny answer; he’s scratching behind his ear.
Dad is vested with finite patience. I guess that means it is limited.