That’s what happens when you don’t go loitering around in Falgreen’s.
Too bad he isn’t in charge of this little soiree in the Himalayas…
And who would’ve guessed it? Everyone in Nepal is a comedian.
Until things get testy…
Nice deflection, Iris!
…but I guess they’re all creepy and kooky and freakish in their own way.
…am I? No, of course not!
…to slug the arrogant Dr. Camel, one of the pack elephants decides to duck out for a quick refreshment.
Can you blame him?
A question was asked how Wilbur met Estelle. Although it was at some seniors’ website (silvertraps.com or godimdesparate.com or something), an article about swingers’ clubs in the ’60s and ’70s recently appeared in Gentlemens’ Quarterly, with the accompanying illustration. Well, it was published in a slightly more tactful, less Santa Royale-ish fashion…
…I can’t even manage the second panel.
But then, Iris decides to say hello, and Wilbur decides to open his fat trap! Hilarity ensues!
So Cindy Lou (Who?) and her husband come to town for Bull’s funeral (yeah, right), but have an offer for Les…will he refuse?
The plot thickens…
