Gunther has the amazing ability to date women that REALLY stretch his horizons. I thought I was marrying a wild lady because my wife made me go roller skating with her.
Excuse me, but we have some very talented and learned historians here. They’ve gone through decades of hard work to find the ancient words that identify you as someone who’s getting into the correct afterlife. I, for one, admire their Indiana Jones-like commitment to preserving these sacred words to assure all humans are able to get into their afterlife. Heathens that have no idea why the words “Happy Holidays” are so dangerous to your eternal soul will be saved from the devil. Merry CHRISTMAS to you SIR.
Sir, that is Brad’s nose. Jack’s nose is different. (I hope, I don’t actually know and I didn’t bother looking.) Final answer, Regis!
Aww this got me right in the feels. I believe too, Shannon. Merry Christmas to all.
My wife catches me doing this Shannon act all the time…except it’s the grown up version. Hears me groaning from the other room, comes in and finds me my underwear at the computer. “Honey if you’re cold put on clothes and if you’re bored of the internet get up and take out the trash!”
I want to laugh at the hippies but last night I witnessed my brother in law stand in one position from the 4th quarter thru overtime.
It’s a match made in heaven!…or at least in a really nice library.
Zebo is actually NOT a bad idea! Sure, he himself may be slumming it on an art teacher’s salary but artsy fartsy ppl love to network with other artsy-farty ppl that love to buy “Objects du Artsy”.
Ok well I liked where she started out with this, but it doesn’t really track with what we’ve seen Tiffany learn. She knows about selling high-value lingerie on eBay for top dollar, but when it comes to furniture the only way to sell it is to call Moose’s cousin from the sticks? This week’s strip looks like it’s going to be “selling your furniture to an antique dealer, with extra steps”.
Normally, I feel gleeful at the impending appearance of our favorite villainess. Even I have a heart, though! Do we really have to do this to Tiff on Thanksgiving?