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December 2, 1984 |
I love ice cream--I look at it the same way Hattie is in the fourth panel--but if someone gave me an ice cream cone and walked it to me for my birthday, I don't think I'd appreciate it all that much.
I mean, I'd still be grateful and would definitely eat it. I'm not a monster.
Nothing spicier than cottage cheese? This chili is going to kill you, Uncle Ted. Which is fine, I guess. I am getting a little tired of you.