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I thought of this one day at work when it seemed like the word “shots” was coming up about three times a minute.
I drew this one right after the freak snow storm we had in March … which now seems so far back as to be in the category of, “Did that really happen or am I just making it up?”
Sounds like a winner to me!
This was a statistic I actually read. No, I don’t know where. I showed my doctor this strip and he thought the number was low, too.
This came about because I once cut myself (not bad) with a new putty knife.
For those who don’t remember, Penn and his wife have been married for several years. I think her name is Pin. … or, possibly, Penny.
I looked up the answer to this once. Now I don’t remember.
I would like to know how he held the gun and pulled the trigger? His feet? His wings?
And it’s easier to draw two stripes than thirteen.
I work around very good and compassionate medical professionals. Sometimes, when it’s just us, though, you’ll hear the exasperation come out.
