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Agnes

Agnes

By Tony Cochran
Andy Capp

Andy Capp

By Reg Smythe
The Argyle Sweater

The Argyle Sweater

By Scott Hilburn
B.C.

B.C.

By Mastroianni and Hart
Barney & Clyde

Barney & Clyde

By Gene Weingarten; Dan Weingarten & David Clark
Doonesbury

Doonesbury

By Garry Trudeau
Non Sequitur

Non Sequitur

By Wiley Miller
Pluggers

Pluggers

By Rick McKee
Arlo and Janis

Arlo and Janis

By Jimmy Johnson
The Dinette Set

The Dinette Set

By Julie Larson
For Better or For Worse

For Better or For Worse

By Lynn Johnston
One Big Happy

One Big Happy

By Rick Detorie
9 Chickweed Lane

9 Chickweed Lane

By Brooke McEldowney
Baby Blues

Baby Blues

By Rick Kirkman and Jerry Scott
The Meaning of Lila

The Meaning of Lila

By John Forgetta and L.A. Rose
Pearls Before Swine

Pearls Before Swine

By Stephan Pastis
Cul de Sac

Cul de Sac

By Richard Thompson
Adam@Home

Adam@Home

By Rob Harrell
9 to 5

9 to 5

By Harley Schwadron
Crankshaft

Crankshaft

By Tom Batiuk and Dan Davis
Crabgrass

Crabgrass

By Tauhid Bondia
Get Fuzzy

Get Fuzzy

By Darby Conley
For Heaven's Sake

For Heaven's Sake

By Mike Morgan
FoxTrot

FoxTrot

By Bill Amend
FoxTrot Classics

FoxTrot Classics

By Bill Amend
Close to Home

Close to Home

By John McPherson
Ballard Street

Ballard Street

By Jerry Van Amerongen
Pickles

Pickles

By Brian Crane
Red and Rover

Red and Rover

By Brian Basset
Frank and Ernest

Frank and Ernest

By Thaves
Fred Basset

Fred Basset

By Alex Graham
Luann

Luann

By Greg Evans and Karen Evans
Gasoline Alley

Gasoline Alley

By Jim Scancarelli
Mutt & Jeff

Mutt & Jeff

By Bud Fisher
Shoe

Shoe

By Gary Brookins and Susie MacNelly
Wizard of Id

Wizard of Id

By Parker and Hart
Peanuts

Peanuts

By Charles Schulz
On A Claire Day

On A Claire Day

By Carla Ventresca and Henry Beckett
Nancy

Nancy

By Olivia Jaimes
Drabble

Drabble

By Kevin Fagan
Ziggy

Ziggy

By Tom Wilson & Tom II
Ripley's Believe It or Not

Ripley's Believe It or Not

By Ripley’s Believe It or Not!
Scary Gary

Scary Gary

By Mark Buford
The Lockhorns

The Lockhorns

By Bunny Hoest and John Reiner
Daddy's Home

Daddy's Home

By Tony Rubino and Gary Markstein
Loose Parts

Loose Parts

By Dave Blazek
The Boondocks

The Boondocks

By Aaron McGruder
Big Nate

Big Nate

By Lincoln Peirce
Mr. Lowe

Mr. Lowe

By Mark Pett
Herman

Herman

By Jim Unger
The Other Coast

The Other Coast

By Adrian Raeside
The Humble Stumble

The Humble Stumble

By Roy Schneider
The Born Loser

The Born Loser

By Art and Chip Sansom
Looks Good on Paper

Looks Good on Paper

By Dan Collins
Moderately Confused

Moderately Confused

By Jeff Stahler
Bloom County

Bloom County

By Berkeley Breathed
Calvin and Hobbes

Calvin and Hobbes

By Bill Watterson
Working Daze

Working Daze

By John Zakour and Scott Roberts
Broom Hilda

Broom Hilda

By Russell Myers
Momma

Momma

By Mell Lazarus
Cow and Boy Classics

Cow and Boy Classics

By Mark Leiknes
Family Tree

Family Tree

By Signe Wilkinson
Monty

Monty

By Jim Meddick
Lola

Lola

By Todd Clark
Marmaduke

Marmaduke

By Brad Anderson
Betty

Betty

By Gary Delainey and Gerry Rasmussen
Grand Avenue

Grand Avenue

By Mike Thompson

Recent Comments

  1. 3 days ago on Grand Avenue

    As the night wore on, the atmosphere grew heavy with a palpable dread. More whispers circulated amongst the staff, each tale more chilling than the last. Five bucks, handed out like candy on Halloween, but with a price that none could fathom.

    And then, just as suddenly as it began, the ordeal was over. The group departed into the night, leaving behind a wake of unease and unanswered questions. But as I glanced around the emptying restaurant, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something lingered, something that defied explanation.

    For in the darkness of that night, amidst the clatter of dishes and the laughter of patrons, I had glimpsed a truth that chilled me to the bone. That sometimes, the most terrifying monsters are the ones that wear the guise of generosity, lurking in the shadows, waiting to ensnare the unwary in their web of deceit. And as I counted my meager tips at the end of the night, I couldn’t help but wonder what price had truly been paid for those five-dollar smiles.

  2. 3 days ago on Grand Avenue

    The restaurant hummed with activity, a cacophony of clinking cutlery and murmured conversations. The night was busy, the kind that made a waitress like me feel like I was drowning in a sea of orders and demands. But amidst the chaos, there was one table that stood out like a shadow in the darkness, a group that seemed to multiply like a trick of the light.

    What started as a manageable three-top soon metastasized into a seven-top, their numbers swelling as if summoned by some unseen force. My section was already bursting at the seams, every table occupied, every plate and drink a precarious balancing act in the dance of service.

    When I finally managed to tear myself away from the whirlwind of tasks to attend to this ever-expanding group, it was as if time had slipped through my fingers like water. They placed their orders, faces illuminated by the flickering candlelight, but it was the exchange of currency that sent shivers down my spine.

    A five-dollar bill, passed to me with a casual nonchalance, as if it were just another triviality in the grand scheme of things. I brushed it off, attributing it to the stress of the night, but as the evening wore on, the pattern became unsettlingly clear.

    With each interaction, with each drink served or dish delivered, it was always the same. Five bucks. Five measly dollars, exchanged as easily as pleasantries, but with an undertone that whispered of something darker, something sinister lurking beneath the surface.

    I confided in the hostess, shared my unease at the relentless repetition of fives. But instead of reassurance, her eyes widened in understanding, and she revealed her own encounter with the cursed currency.

    “He wants to make others smile,” his friend had said, but the smile that tugged at my lips was tainted with a chill that crept down my spine. There was something not quite right about this benevolence, something that clawed at the edges of my consciousness like a nightmare refusing to be forgotten.

  3. about 1 month ago on Monty

    Coming up next Black Bird by the Beatles, followed by Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd — that’s right all bird songs all the time on WING 101.7 FM – The Squawk and Roll Station!

    Tune in to the hottest avian hits and feathered favorites, where every song has a beak and a tweet! From classic rockin’ robins to the latest peck-hop tracks, we’ve got your feathered groove covered.

    Get ready to soar through the airwaves with our chirpy DJs who know how to make you dance with their catchy feather-shaking beats. Don’t miss our special segment, “Tweet-able Trivia,” where you can learn fascinating facts about your favorite feathered friends.

    And remember, when life gives you lemons, make sure they’re served with a side of birdseed! Join us at WING 101.7 FM for the best in squawks, rolls, and feathered frolics. Let’s turn those mundane moments into a full-blown feathered fiesta!

    Squawk to you soon, feathered friends!

  4. about 1 month ago on FoxTrot Classics

    David Cassidy is the brother of Shaun Cassidy (Singer, Actor, Writer, Producer) and they are the sons of Jack Cassidy and their mother is Shirley Jones. I remember it all very well.

  5. about 1 month ago on The Born Loser

    Technically I am right but it was understood what JFK was saying because of the context in which it was said. The -er” suffix can pull double duty, noting that “a Berliner is a ‘jelly doughnut.’” Regardless JFK was a president to be admired and emulated!

  6. about 1 month ago on The Born Loser

    JFK: “Ich bin ein Berliner” — that translates to “I am a jelly donut”

  7. 2 months ago on Peanuts

    Now if a 6 turned out to be 9 I don’t mind, I don’t mind, (well alright)

  8. 2 months ago on Non Sequitur

    her name was Lilith

  9. 2 months ago on Non Sequitur

    Yes he did — her name was Lilith

  10. 4 months ago on Doonesbury

    It’s not that it’s for professionals — Chatgpt 4 offers a more advanced AI and it also is connected to Dall-e 4. I work with this stuff all the time. Feel free to read up on it if you need to understand more.