
There’s a psychic with an office (storefront?) near where I often get on the Interstate. I wonder about things like this.
There’s a psychic with an office (storefront?) near where I often get on the Interstate. I wonder about things like this.
Ever have cream (or syrup) on your plate and an item you wouldn’t normally put anything sweet on accidentally gets some and, you won’t admit it, but you wish the sweet had gotten on more of the other item?
Yes, I’ve done a variation on this joke before. I liked the other one better.
I know candy corn is available all years round, but I only avail myself of it in the fall because, if I have it all year round, I would eat it all year round.
You should contact your local paper and get them to run “DoctorTuttle” so that you could see such strips as this before the holiday!
The little bunny’s father is me. I try for wisdom, but I can’t find my glasses
This sounds like something I would have written, before the editing.
The articles every Monday about the bad reffing in pro football crack me up. It’s like there are people who actually believe in the game! And some of them are even betting on the outcomes!!
I really don’t think that would be possible. Unless you just added a tiny little drop of whiskey. If you used it as all the liquid, I don’t think it would solidify. Someone will try now.
In reality, the grass and sky through the glass should probably be of a slightly different color. But they’re not.