Based on a buddy of mine whose wife drug him to the opera and he didn’t realize it was in English until after it was over and she told him it was. In the words of Andy Griffith, “Opera ain’t nothin’ but hollerin’, but it’s high-classed hollerin’.”
This came about because a friend was into those scented candles that were supposed to improve your mood or love life or whatever. I walked into her office and the one she had going took me back to the 1980s and “Aqua Velva”. I didn’t tell her that. Now, I really hope there’s an essential oil that smells like “Hai Karate”!
The other characters in the strip talk about their houses and yards. It’s been understood from the beginning that Tuttle just has his shell (inside of which are a big screen TV, a Blue-Ray player, and several other amenities that he says all fit in there due to “quantum reality”).
I think congressmen (and women) should only make as much money as the median income in their home district and are banned from being lobbyists after leaving office. Oh, and they get the same health care as the average person back home, too.
