
I don’t know why Phydeaux gave up his banjo for bongos this time around. Maybe we’ll never know.
I don’t know why Phydeaux gave up his banjo for bongos this time around. Maybe we’ll never know.
We have a pretty big comic-con that comes to town every year. Most of the time, I have no idea who the panelists are that are listed, or even if they are in English or not.
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.
I have an investment guy I inherited from my parents. I honestly have no idea whether he’s any good or not.
I think of this every time I see a store advertising “the more you spend the more you save!” Um, no.
The problem with this cartoon is that it threw people’s ability to distinguish between “gnome” and “genome”.
My oldest son and his wife keep bees. They asked me to do a cartoon for the label on the jars of honey they gifted. It looked a lot like the second panel above.
There are times when, if my cat had a knife, he’d love to use it. Claws are bad enough!
Breckenridge, Texas, is a really nice place and they put on a great community play every year. Check it out!