We’ve heard several times over the years about the sports Peanut is involved in. I think it’s funnier that it’s in our imaginations. I just think if I actually drew some of these things out, it wouldn’t be as funny as what’s in your mind.
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Inspired by my difficulty with trying to call in on our automated conference line for hospice. I was hoping there was a cut-off point after which I could say, “Sorry. Tried. See ya next week.”
Before you write in angrily about how I’m making fun of someone’s infirmity, please keep in mind that I have epilepsy myself, which is what made me think of this strip.
I always have this picture in my mind (hopefully untrue) of the first doctor calling the second doctor and telling him what to say. Or her. Don’t want to be sexist in my calumnies.
When I first thought of this strip, the line in the first panel was the punchline. Then I came up with the line in the second panel and thought it was better. Same with the third. Finally decided that I would use all three.
