Sunday, July 12, 2015

1237: Welcome To Parenting, Brutus. I Hope You Know How.


This reminds me of a scene in I Love Lucy where the gang is heading to California and are in Ohio when they see a sign for Aunt Sally's Pecan Pralines. They pass signs all along the highway including pointless ones that read 1 mile, 500 feet, 100 feet and just around the bend. Fred notes that how does Aunt Sally have the time to make pecan pralines when she's busy making signs. They end up passing it and have to back up and discover that it was housed in an old shack and that it's out of business. "See, I told you she was spending to much time on those signs," Fred says.

In my Earth Space Science class this last year, we had a student teacher so we got really in depth with what makes a planet. We learned that under the classification of what a planet is, Pluto had to be dropped because it hadn't "cleared its neighborhood" meaning that Pluto wasn't the dominant gravity in its orbit. Pluto shares its orbit with the Kuiper Belt so Pluto had to be reclassified as a dwarf planet.

I don't think that's a good sign when your body starts falling asleep piece by piece. Jon should probably get Garfield to Liz to make sure he's okay.

"Yeah, that's great Mark but that grizzly has eaten our dog and is now trying to break down the sliding glass door in kitchen."

I'm not a Marvin fan. I find the constant poop jokes crass. But this comic is saying what I think and occasionally tweet--baseball is boring as f@$k.

Dropping pizzas? That's daring. Almost as daring as dropping turkeys from a plane on Thanksgiving.


Is Earl going to fly away with the car, stop the car or smash the car into a rock like the actual cover to Action Comics #1?

Has Curtis not been to a movie in the last 15 years? These days there are previews before the the previews.

"If only Dad said 'Dad's' instead of 'Dad is'," cried Wilberforce as he rested the frozen peas on his freshly blackened eye. "Why does Dad have such an irrational hatred for the apostrophe?"

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