
The real punchline is the final line on the horse’s sign. I don’t have a name for the horse.

The real punchline is the final line on the horse’s sign. I don’t have a name for the horse.

I’ve been watching back through Gunsmoke on DVD. I’m in season eighteen now and it only took me ten years to get here. Great show!

I think of this whenever we sing that song. It’s a beautiful hymn, but I half expect some lunatic to object.

I have a friend named Otto who often made this joke, or one like it. This is as close as he gets to receiving credit.

I am thankful for people who want to go into the field of urology. I am also thankful I am not in that field.

I would like to be the one giving the shots for a change. But not in the glutes. I don’t wanna see that!

Inspired by all the signs we have in this part of the country with ptarmigans on them. I think that’s what they are, anyway.

My doctor gave me a non-medicinal way to fall asleep. It doesn’t work, but now I’m really good at counting backwards from 100.

Okay, I admit this one didn’t work as well as intended. Some readers didn’t realize the first two panels rhyme.

This was based on actual events. My wife thought it was funnier before she realized that.