
When I was a hospice chaplain there was one sweet old lady who loved for us to sing old hymns together. She used to always say we should go on the road and people would pay to hear us sing.

When I was a hospice chaplain there was one sweet old lady who loved for us to sing old hymns together. She used to always say we should go on the road and people would pay to hear us sing.

It’s been a joke before about just what all Tuttle has in his shell. The explanation, he told us, was quantum realities

To all the people who were surprised that I know who Flo Rida is, remember: he did a song for The Peanuts Movie. Look it up!

There’s something about the old song. I don’t know what it is. And just because they’re old it doesn’t mean they’re good. Think Gregorian chants.

I never really understood that song anyway. So I have always figured it was about going to the restroom.

We play Christmas music when we decorate. I don’t have any way of playing the music backwards, though.

Mistletoe should look like the toes of a missile, if you ask me. English is a fun language.

I’ve thought this about that song (Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee) since I was a child.

There used to be a restaurant near here called Butterlove. They went out of business between when I drew this cartoon and when it was published. Not my fault!

I remember when we used to pay $2 to go to an in-school concert from some tolerable garage band. It was so much that we liked the music as that we were willing to pay $2 to skip class.