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I guess he figures if there are wiener dogs, why not wiener birds?
All he can come up with is “Sweet mother of…”? Villains are so vocabulary-challenged these days.
Hope springs eternal in a mother-in-law’s heart.
Well, you asked, Opal.
For those unacquainted with the concept, pohoda is a Czech and Slovak word signifying a state similar to satori or nirvana, but achieved through drinking just the right amount of beer. A master can maintain pohoda for many hours, except for occasional bathroom breaks.
Mommy should provide enough meat for everyone.
It’s the only way. As the song says,
We tried to talk it over
But your chest got in the way.
Or something like that.
Is Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch anywhere near Llareggub?
As an OF who is increasingly worried about memory lapses, I find this strip oddly reassuring.
The others are seeking nirvana. Eno is seeking pohoda.