
I looked up once what “A stitch in time saves nine” means. Anyone remember? I don’t.

I looked up once what “A stitch in time saves nine” means. Anyone remember? I don’t.

The picture in the 3rd panel came to me one day and I sketched it on the notes I was taking for something else. The setup was easy after that.

Anyone else remember back in the ’80s when we wore our shirts like that on purpose? And still the girls weren’t interested

It is a puzzle. And yet, it’s an honored profession and calling.

I like Pete’s self-awareness here. Completely opposite from people in the real world.

There’s an aspect of cheerleading, even by those who are not officially cheerleaders, that I love. The, “Let’s cheer even though it’s clearly doing no good!” mindset.

I can’t help but think that this isn’t a joke. I don’t think we’re being made well.

What I can’t figure is why anyone takes that guy seriously. He burns through money like it was a million dollar home and, um, huh.

Every couple of years, Phydeaux freaks out over the mustard identifier. None of us know why. I like mustard.

My wife and I have this conversation a lot. Always comes out the same.