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My sons can testify that walking a dog has only limited attractiveness.
For those who aren’t cultured enough to remember, Phydeaux is massacring the classic John Denver song “Annie’s Song”.
With sixteen kids, it’s kind’ve surprising he hasn’t named any of them Junior.
I love all the people who don’t get the joke in the first panel.
In my defense, at time in which this was drawn, it seemed like Creepy Joe–excuse me, Sleepy Joe–was hopelessly out of the race.
I find it interesting that, as dumb as Pete is, he still knows words like olfactory and plantar.
What might this picture be from? Stay tuned.
This came about because I’ve been told more than once that I can’t start billing until I’ve “laid eyes” on the PT. (That’s pro talk for “patient”.)
The car probably should be bigger, but I wanted enough of it in the picture to make it clear that it really is a Mercury Cougar.
I have long wondered about this. On the day I drew this, it was a Friday and I had been sitting at a light when the tornado sirens went off. No one seemed to think anything about it. If it had been a real emergency, I don’t know how long it would have taken us to realize that.