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| February 4, 1967 |
I thought I understood how ice fishing worked, but maybe I don't. Are the fish all under the circles he drew? Are the fish under the end of the saw, tapping on the ice like "Ha-ha idiot! No seafood meal for you today!"?
Oof. Eat shit, people who work in the Veeblefester Tea Cozies, Inc. mail room. And both Brutus and Gladys are just smiling. "Yep, our mail room is terrible!"
My father-in-law would always wear a Santa hat around this time. I'm not a hat person. Santa hats, stocking caps, things like that make my head itch. Ho ho ho.
