For several years in this strip there was an annual competition between the reptiles and everyone else. It started with football, then I know they played tug-o-war, and I can’t remember what all else. Wonder why I got away from it?
I love it when seminars are offered on topics like this and the way the flyer is worded you’re not really sure whether they are in favor of violence or alcoholism or whatever.
We were on a company picnic to the local AA minor league team (“The Bladder Spasms”) and we kept hearing all these endorsements for foul balls, double plays, walks, seemingly every conceivable play. I suggested we do this (since we are a hospice company). The marketing staff didn’t go for it. The funny thing was that, about five minutes after I suggested it, the local team actually pulled off a suicide squeeze!
This one really took me by surprise the first time I saw it written on a patient’s chart. I could not for the life of me figure out what else “S.O.B.” might stand for.
A friend of mine said this about one of the candidates in the last presidential election. I asked if he was still going to vote, since the other candidate was clearly a liar, too. He just laughed and changed the subject.
