One of the early strips has Owen writing a suicide note with a vacuum cleaner nozzle about to suck him in.
You get to a stage where one place is very much like another.
Another ridiculous example of political correctness. The words of the second line are “Nobody knows but Jesus.”
Owen is such a drip; I can understand the urge to try and get rid of him. Anyone know why he haunts Gary’s house? Did he die there? Head for the light, Owen!
I feel your pain and sorrow
Be more careful, Owen—there’s a sucker born every minute.
Nobody knows but Jesus is Louie Armstrong’s version andNobody knows my sorrow is Sam Cooke’s version, Marian Anderson did it in 1925 as Nobody knows the trouble I had.James Rosamond Johnson made it as Nobody knows the trouble I see for voice and piano in 1917.
What’s the matter, Leopold? You don’t like old spirituals? Or is it just that Owen is a lousy singer?
Oct 24, 2014