I know the feeling Pam, most of my memories have moved from nostalgia to paleontology.
I’ve read this toon at least 5 or 6 times, and I still don’t get the whole joke. Very unusual for Mallet. I have no idea what he’s talking about. Staxlining?? And as far as backing a trailer into a depot, try getting a semi from out on the Island to Fulton Fish Market in The City. Now that’s some hauling!
She looks the “It’s not my fault” type.
I might not want to vote for Ms. Halley in general election, but I wish her total success in kicking that orange orangutan’s b*** out of the election, and into jail. Yeah, call me prejudged…
But still, very frustrating in proportion
Sometimes that boy reads into these thigs a bit too deeply
I think Mike just found out Earth is in the 21st century…. times change
Most times she’s the fly in the ointment… (not to rub it in…)
I’m still trying to figure out how dog-walking sells insurance…
Pencil me in on that list also. I’m also wondering if that botany lab experiment in a glass in front of him is going to crawl out of the bar and stiff him with the tab. (Do I see a small octopus in there?