I actually sent two versions of this strip to the newspapers. In the other version, Tuttle’s words in the last panel were large (in case the small lettering wasn’t legible when the strip was reduced down for the papers). The one newspaper I heard from used the small print version. Shortly after drawing this strip, we went to a church party where someone had set up cornhole and they put the boards way further away than we’re used to playing. I felt like Phydeaux.
As a kid, I wasn’t a Baptist (still not), but I used to wonder why verses other than the 1st, 2nd and last were in the songs since no one (that I could tell) ever sang them.
Every restaurant in our town claims to have won the award for “best pizza joint” or “best Mexican food” or whatever last year. Either there are a lot of awards going out, or someone’s lying.
I don’t give my doctor anything for appreciation week because I’m already giving him several hundred dollars for each 15 minute visit. That seems like enough.
Inspired by my brother, who ordered a taco at a local fastfood place only to be told they were out of taco meat. He asked them if they couldn’t just crumble up one of their hamburger patties and put it in a taco shell. They declined.
I read a poorly written book about the Dolphins’ undefeated season. Learned a lot, just bugged me about the writing. Anyway, it was while reading that that I thought of this.
Instead of always trying to decide who gets bumped off the money in favor of Harriot Tubman, why not just come up with a new denomination? (For the record, I’m all for replacing Andy Jackson. He was a horrible president.)
