Rule number one against outlaws: never leave the keys in the ignition.
I remember playing war for hours as a kid. Hard to imagine it now, it’s like Rosencrantz and Guildenstern flipping a coin for an hour. Only that would be more entertaining.
At least she has good taste in brands.
“Varmint” is such a nice word, a slang way of saying “vermin.” And of course, reminds 99% of us of Yosemite Sam. :)
Oh, and her foot’s on the wrong ball. Hrm.
A friend of mine was just telling me about being hit by lightening as a kid. Mostly it’s one of those anecdotal things.
I think Dee pouring them into her mouth in panel #3 is what sells me on this one.
Some people like playing with chopsticks, some don’t. And sometimes I don’t think the world will ever come together and make peace on that point.
It’s always good to have a sympathetic listener.
I did grow up in a house with a decent sized lawn out back, and thank the stars that it was there to be played/dug/jumped on.
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