…or worn-out underwear…
…or badly-behaving technology…
Actually, I saw this and my immediate response was “HEY!!!!”.
I’m mostly doing this for all my Boomer friends when we were growing up in Phoenix and watching Wall-boy, Ladmo and even that brat Gerald;
And no snark with this one….just something that makes you say “HEY!!!”
Happy Valentine’s Day to one and all!
Yes, it really is a Monday…
(The charges will never stick…the tape donuts only go on the little bit of paper on the bow, NEVER on the ribbon itself.)
The inevitabilty to real life and pluggerdom continues…
And the time to refuse thinking about New Year’s resolutions…all the time!!!
This was the original comic:
And this is for my husband Bruce, who isn’t an “Andy,” but who provides all sorts of plugging/unplugging equipment to the local Andys and Bobs and Mikes and Lloyds…
…of a reasonable facsimile.
Reality really isn’t that bad.
Sooner or later, whether admitting it or not, we’re all in this together.
You do what you can.
Maybe a few more possibilities for therapy wouldn’t hurt, either.
While we’re thinking about food…
The saddest part of this particular comic is realizing how many BIG shopping malls that I grew up with in the Phoenix area (Metrocenter and Thomas Mall) and the surrounding areas (Los Arcos, Tri-City) are no longer there…gone, baby, gone.
Merely an obervation…
Some folks like loose change, some folks like facial hair, and ‘evry gal’s crazy ’bout a fluffy-lookin’ ‘stache!”
It’s always something. Usually smelly, too.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING to everyone near and far, Plugger and those-in-training!
And as we head into yet another Covid variant, we remember the Good Auld Days…
The times we live in.
Could be pickles. Could be pasta sauce. Could be mayo. the list is endless.
Different dreams for different people.
Donut Days. Simple, and yet delicious (and so close to my heart).
As the seasons change…
Hey. Crime can happen at any age…
And there are times when a college education just will not allow you to pair a dog offspring with a kangaroo parent…
No matter where you go…
And no matter how you think you remembered the words…you don’t.
When comic strips collide.
Maybe Wilbut is hedging his bets about the possibility of being booted from Charterstone, or perhaps giving serious consideration to a karaoke career…
