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John Falstaff Free

I was "Earl the crokydile scientest" for many years but that was a very old joke with my sister and it's cumbersome. John Falstaff is "Old, fat, lazy, selfish, dishonest, corrupt, thieving, manipulative, boastful, and lecherous, Falstaff is, despite his many negative qualities, perhaps the most popular of all of Shakespeare’s comic characters. "

Comics I Follow

The Argyle Sweater

The Argyle Sweater

By Scott Hilburn
F Minus

F Minus

By Tony Carrillo
Pickles

Pickles

By Brian Crane
Scary Gary

Scary Gary

By Mark Buford
Fat Cats

Fat Cats

By Charlie Podrebarac
Savage Chickens

Savage Chickens

By Doug Savage
Raising Duncan

Raising Duncan

By Chris Browne
Pearls Before Swine

Pearls Before Swine

By Stephan Pastis
CowTown

CowTown

By Charlie Podrebarac

Recent Comments

  1. 7 months ago on Fat Cats

    Leo’s car is so big that when he has it serviced, the mechanics have to adjust for Coriolis effect.

  2. 8 months ago on CowTown

    We had lots of hawks this summer … and few squirrels. :-)

  3. 8 months ago on Fat Cats

    LEO! Be sure too get a prenup!

  4. 8 months ago on CowTown

    Maybe he wants kettle corn with caramel poured over it?

  5. 8 months ago on Fat Cats

    Leo, ask for another plate piled high with other items—cold salmon, shrimp, that sort of thing. Then you can carry one in each hand back to your table. One in each hand makes it a “balanced diet.”

  6. 8 months ago on CowTown

    If those were college-age or younger people, they’d all be either texting each other or making duck-lips and taking selfies.

  7. 8 months ago on Fat Cats

    “Mousebreath?!?” :-) :-) :-) :-)

  8. 8 months ago on Fat Cats

    Poor Leo—NEVER ask a blind date what she’s thinking about. You might not like the answer.

  9. 8 months ago on CowTown

    I’ll take a half-rack of ribs and a pile of pulled brisket at the turn, Bob!

  10. 8 months ago on Raising Duncan

    Our scotties always woke up the fat bearded guy (me) by breathing in my ear. Never failed to work. And then I’d turn my head and there was a wet scotty nose in my face, and a scottie 3 inches from my eyes, saying (with his eyes), “Oh, good! You’re awake!” :-) (Packy, Mary, and Boudreaux, we still miss you!)