
When first told this joke as a kid, I didn’t get it either. We apparently didn’t use “pass” in any context other than football around my house.

When first told this joke as a kid, I didn’t get it either. We apparently didn’t use “pass” in any context other than football around my house.

I felt a little bad about leaving “Solo” out of panel one. I felt bad admitting that “Eight” even exists for panel 2.

I’m really happy with how the owl looks in panel 3. Panel 2 is based on an actual owl that swooped right over me when going for a prairie dog.

I think my version of the song would be much more enjoyable. More meaningful, too.

I wish I could talk like this. Bleeping oneself just isn’t the same.

Phydeaux is reading “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe”. I just couldn’t write all those letters in that small space.

I would make a terrible third base coach. As soon as I told myself not to scratch in the wrong place, I wouldn’t be able to help it.

It’s not that all jocks are dumb. But it is an easy generalization to make because the ones who don’t get it make your point.

They used to all be in color. I’m not sure why this one is.

Maybe that was what my writing career needed: a doghouse! Too late now.