
Inspired by my real-life clock. I wasn’t scared, but it took a moment for my recently-awakened brain to figure out what it meant.
Inspired by my real-life clock. I wasn’t scared, but it took a moment for my recently-awakened brain to figure out what it meant.
Every time I think all the band names have been taken, I hear of a new band with a wonderful, memorable, stupid name.
I do like a baked sweet potato now and then, especially in winter. I put butter and brown sugar and pecan on mine. Sometimes, you can still see the tater.
Obviously, I had to look up how to spell the guy’s name. And no, I can’t spell it from memory.
The problem with this cartoon is that it threw people’s ability to distinguish between “gnome” and “genome”.
For anyone who asks, no, this isn’t going to be Penn’s office look going forward. This is a one-time joke … unless you count the other time I used Lucy’s booth.
There are times when, if my cat had a knife, he’d love to use it. Claws are bad enough!
I go to Hobby Lobby and I’ll see two or three husbands sitting in the parking lot, engine running, staring at their phones. There has to be a way to monetize that.
This really is how I got in the habit of wearing a hat. It helped my hospice patients distinguish me from other visitors.