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I thought of this one day at work when it seemed like the word “shots” was coming up about three times a minute.
This one probably should have been done during the heat of an election. But then, when are we NOT in the heat of an election anymore?
I’ve called them that for years. For no good reason. (And yes, I still enjoy them.)
You may be wondering why I didn’t choose a more ubiquitous restaurant chain. I’m pretty sure I had just been to DQ, might have even still had an icre cream cone in my hand, when I drew this.
The joke in the first panel was popular when I was a kid. I wonder if enough kids know what yodeling is these days for it to still work.
I can still remember opening a pack once and the gum fell out. When it hit the sidewalk it shattered like a piece of glass.
I’ve been trying to foster a pundemic ever since getting over the virus. I’ve also donated a lotta plasma.
I learned this lesson in a very personal way.
I find Phydeaux’s logic impeccable and disgusting.
How many times have I made fun of that poem over the years? let me count the ways.
