By bats | September 16, 2010 - 10:25 pm

Frank Johnson actually refers to his big-game wildlife hunt as a possibility of scoring some large racks.



The coolest thing about this current story is that Frank’s wife is really pissed off at his plans for the canned hunt, and instead of just fretting at home, she’s taking action. You go, girl!


And like we’ve learned from Mary Worth and Rex Morgan and Mary Worth, alcohol isn’t the answer.

Alcohol is the question.

“Yes!” is the answer.


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    September 26, 2010 @ 10:21 AM

    Something weird seems to be going on with these posts, or at least the way I’m receiving them. They seem to rearrange themselves in chronological order, and how did I miss the bottom strip from this MT set? That’s freaking hilarious.  Mark has tiny feet too, so I’m surprised his meat and two veg are bigger than Frank Johnson’s johnson.

    Posted by Rimpy
    September 26, 2010 @ 4:57 PM

    I’ll occasionally add a new mashup to an existing one, particularly if they’re carrying on with a specific theme (like the Luann “oh my God, Dirk’s on the loose!” plot). When I do that, I’ll move the “enhanced” thread to the top of the list, so people don’t miss my deathless…um…whatever. 😀

    Posted by bats