I actually sent two versions of this strip to the newspapers. In the other version, Tuttle’s words in the last panel were large (in case the small lettering wasn’t legible when the strip was reduced down for the papers). The one newspaper I heard from used the small print version. Shortly after drawing this strip, we went to a church party where someone had set up cornhole and they put the boards way further away than we’re used to playing. I felt like Phydeaux.
Even as a child, I could never understand what was so wrong about squeezing the toilet paper. Weird, yes, but not wrong. The advertisements were effective, though, for whenever I went to the grocery store with my mother I wanted to squeeze the toilet paper. And can’t we all agree that Mr. Whipple was much preferable to those bears who apparently wear underwear under their fur?
The one I don’t get is when people find it necessary to post a pic of their food. Who do they think cares? Are they (when I’m not looking) saying, “Oh look! Rachel posted a picture of an Allsup’s burrito that just looks divine!!”?
As a kid, I wasn’t a Baptist (still not), but I used to wonder why verses other than the 1st, 2nd and last were in the songs since no one (that I could tell) ever sang them.
Every restaurant in our town claims to have won the award for “best pizza joint” or “best Mexican food” or whatever last year. Either there are a lot of awards going out, or someone’s lying.
I don’t give my doctor anything for appreciation week because I’m already giving him several hundred dollars for each 15 minute visit. That seems like enough.
Inspired by my brother, who ordered a taco at a local fastfood place only to be told they were out of taco meat. He asked them if they couldn’t just crumble up one of their hamburger patties and put it in a taco shell. They declined.
Based on an actual bag of “banana chips” purchased at a local health food store. I ate them because, well, I’m a snacker, but they had almost no flavor and weren’t exactly crunchy.
There are shows on TV now that are good, but not a one of them is as good as The Rockford Files. Every episode is like a well-crafted movie and James Garner was just the king! BTW, you talk to homeschool kids and you’ll find that they know history (and most subjects) better than their public school counterparts and they know how to talk to adults.
