are beginning to wear on Big Daddy. Or maybe it’s just the years of juvenile bossiness. Whatever.
[I’m trying to figure out if Olympic swimmer Nick Thoman approves:]
We all hate the melon-heads, and that’s all that matters!
And the hits just keep on coming!
Just be glad the Kids aren’t dealing with pinworms. You really don’t want to see what they’d be scratching…
…as an “Olympics STD.”
Over in Judge Parker land, Sam and Avery the Agent are being chatted up by Big Bubba, a pot farmer to rival all pot farmers. I guess what it all boils down to is Dream Big, Jeffy!
Can we possibly hope for an upcoming reunion of You Know Who and Li’l Miss Melon-head?
Yep…girls like it, too!
Sadly, the topic of the peacock bass as an invasive species somehow got lost along the way (but I liked doing this one!).
While the usual Saturday circle gave us Jeffy announcing that he has fingernails on his toes, too! (good Lord, the kid’s a moron), mine is somewhat more insidious, even horrifying. Are we not men, Jeffy?
Just because Family Circus was almost funny today, and because Jeffy Keane is featured as a Great Hollywood writer, here’s the connection (I can see that checkered shirt being mashed into a fabulous ascot — haven’t a clue what to do about the strangely-colored sneakers, other than they might be a pair of Dolly’s pink cast-offs):
And here’s the new-and-questionably-improved Judge Parker:
