So the skydiving episode of the last week was a fiction? Maybe Luann made up the events of the last 38 years of the strip (I’m really stretching the point) like Bob Newhart waking at the end of his last sitcom series to find he’s still in his previous sitcom. Bleepin’ clever at the time.
A comic sans serif written for a bunch of dingbats in a times new roman
Not particularly a bad thing. Some brought pop, occasionally KFC, 90% was homemade. One time, around Halloween, I brought a medium sized ham that I cooked with pineapple and a brown sugar baste, alongside three hardboiled eggs coloured green with faces made with a permanent marker. On the signup sheet, I entered green eggs and ham.
“Wow, New York, just like I pictured itSkyscrapers and everything… Psst, hey, hey brother, hey come here slickHey you look, you look hip manHey, you wanna make yourself five bucks, man?”
Hawthorn’s could easily get in trouble.
Which comes first, fixing his marital status or fixing (changing) him? Not that the latter is a good plan.
Where I work, we used to have a potluck with our respective shift groups. The illness and passing of a shift supervisor who organized it, covid putting the nails in the coffin, ended it. It was interesting based on our diverse culture backgrounds. Still, awkward for me since I’m great cooking for one or two, overwhelmed for a group. But I managed.
NSA? They don’t ask to authorize cookies. It’s the commercial interests that do the personal data mining. Not an absolutely bad thing, getting ads for things in your sphere of interest, but I do better as a proactive shopper.
Obviously you haven’t tried everything or you missed something. There is a reason and it’s a challenge to your wits to figure it out. You never learn anything by being spoonfed answers by farming out the problem.
The paper would arrive at work, three copies in the cafeteria. Covid changed that, and many things. Nearly all have returned to normal but not the paper.
The weekend paper I’d buy myself for myself, for the news, comics and Jumble contest (which never returned). Often left my copy at a local restaurant for others to peruse. Hate to know it would be just thrown out instead of recycled but it would net a few uses before that.
Peace on Earth, as a virtue signaling bait and switch. Switch as in the Nintendo handheld game system.