Andy Partridge of XTC, the song Dear God in 1986. Checked wikipedia to see if he’s still alive…yep.
Denial. Just like I tell myself the sadistic stylist is using a ‘mirror’ which is just a disparaging photo of the back of a head with a bald spot. Noooooo!
It’s fair. It’s a (don’t call him a) kangaroo who self-identifies as a human. Oh, and /s
A timely toon two months ago. But still very good.
Next day, tell Brad she got her tattoo. It’s a picture of her dear brother. Prior to that, make a temporary one wih a pen on the arm of a butt.
Ah, you learned the lesson from Jeff Dunham’s Achmed the Dead Terrorist, who chalked his (in one of JD’s specials) ‘condition’ to “new guy”.
I got it right away. Though I haven’t been called a Jimmy since I was a tyke.
I looked up versions of RNA I could ‘misconfuse’ with the common term. The one I like for this particular day’s strip…“rotatable nozzle assembly”!
“Can you pick up a girl and hold her over your head?” Not the women I’ve been seeing anyway. Picture ACDC’s Whole Lotta Rosie.
DO NOT OPEN THE BOX!