
Gee. Can you guess what medical procedure I was preparing for when I drew this one?

Gee. Can you guess what medical procedure I was preparing for when I drew this one?

When watching the original (real) “Magnum P.I.” my wife was always careful to assure me that she never went in for those big, handsome guys.

I was really happy with the expression on Flatfoot’s face in the last panel. And no, I don’t know who the victim is he’s carrying.

What I can’t figure is why anyone takes that guy seriously. He burns through money like it was a million dollar home and, um, huh.

This is what my sisters taught me to do about a stye. This is what our aunt Florence taught them to do.

Always take care of your … oh wait, probably better not. You know. Family newspaper and all.

Why do any of Penn’s patients keep coming to him? Maybe their insurance demands it.

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.

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.