I don't know why would go somewhere, see a guy dressed like this, and go "I want to buy something from him!"
Sounds like Brutus needs to get one of those seasonal affective disorder lamps. That's partly why I turn all the lights on during the winter. I got SAD one year and it was terrible. I did have a better support system than Mother Gargle though.
This comic was made at least two months ago. I'm sure whatever Brutus is going through is tame compared to what some others are going through.
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Harry Anderson, I don't think I have to explain who he is at this point, would've been 71 this year. I didn't plan a big post like some years past. You can read about his book here, his first hosting appearance on Saturday Night Livehere, or his guest appearance on some awful Canadian kid's show named Noddyhere. This year, just some fond memories and a dollar bill/cigarette trick from a 1981 appearance on SNL.
November 18, 1976
Agnes' last name is 'Dooley'. That tracks.
Does Agnes wear better clothes, get her hair out of her hair, and put out her cigar when soliciting her services door-to-door?
I was going to comment about how that seems like a lot of mail just thrown away and then I realized that we probably throw that much away without doing anything with it every week. Comic strip characters--they're written by people who are just like us!
"Boy, there are a lot of credit card offers in here. They know we have no money, right? Or is that what they're going for?"
It's funny because this is dessert! That's a Jell-O mold! Hey-O!
Meteorologists get 24 hour to seven day forecasts right between 95 and 75 percent of the time. When you increase it to 10-day then the percentage drops to about half. I don't understand why people don't realize that weather is very fickle and you get a change in wind direction and things could completely change, but whatever.
I'm going to assume that Veeblefester didn't even put a return address on the postcard or Gladys would've known who it was from. Maybe she doesn't read postcards that aren't for her. That shows great willpower and I'm impressed.
Veeblefester still sent the postcard. It's the thought that counts.
I had jury duty all day yesterday so I just decided to stay offline. I should do that more often. We all should. We all should just log off and never return. Onto today's post, I guess.
October 19, 1976
BRUTUS' MOM!!??!! Or is this Brutus in women's clothing trying to do some kind of Mrs. Doubtfire thing? Wilberforce has clearly never met this woman before or was very young when they did meet. Where have you been for roughly 7 years? You owe him 7 years of birthday, Christmas, Valentine, and Veteran's Day presents.
If the chili is spicy enough to rocket your body into the air, he should really have a second pair of pants. I'm a little disappointed that this is a fart joke. What is this? Marvin?
That belt doesn't look long enough to strap yourself in.
Why is that plant there? Is it so we don't think they are just arguing in a void? Are we to assume she's going to throw that plant at Brutus? When the pot inevitably shatters, Brutus needs to jam one of the sharp pieces into her windpipe.
When you really think about it, giant billboards advertising things seems like a very dangerous distraction. When you think about it further, having a radio seems like a distraction as well. I guess the way it works is that you can either read something or listen to something but you can't do both at the same time. That causes accidents.
He just threw up in his mouth a little.
Brutus looks more hungover than tired. Can he even remember Sunday?
Palaver is a noun meaning "unnecessarily elaborate or complex" but I think it's used here in the slang sense of "unnecessary excitement or trouble caused by something unimportant". Here's some advice, Brutus: Don't be worried about what others think of you. Just be the best person that you can be. Only one person can judge us--Bimmyjim the Adjudicator.
You could celebrate the birth of Paul Hogan (Crocodile Dundee), Chevy Chase (if you're into that kind of thing), or R.L. Stine. It's also a Feast Day for several variations of Christianity. Or Arbor Day in Namibia.
Five bucks says they don't take Wilberforce with them.
Is Hattie a "lovely child", Reverend? You do know Hattie, right? I've seen you talk to her.
Anyway, she's not property, Reverend. Her father doesn't own her and neither will whoever she falls in love with. Does it look like you can possess Hurricane Hattie? No, you hold on tight and hope she doesn't throw you to the wolves.
For whatever reason, I did not post about this comic back in 2018, but yet I posted about all the other. I don't know what happened.
Brutus and I are very much alike because I usually have existential crises when using a mode of transportation, too.
I have still been posting the reruns on my social media. Regular updates here (and on Post) will return whenever original strips resume.
I can't imagine a doctor wanting patients to show up at his house with their ailments. It is probably much more well-furnished than this receptionist space. I don't want a bunch of sick people wandering around my house but whatever.
Dr. Bassett doesn't have a weird doctor's office in the basement of his house like Dr. Huxtable does he?
I've been growing my beard out since 2015 and it looks pretty much like Brutus's here. I guess I don't have fertile hair glands.
If Brutus was going to grow a beard, where would it connect? He has no hair by his ear and his head isn't really shaped to have his sideburns only go halfway.
Was Brutus really going to beat up a kid that's literally the same age as his own kid? Look, I could get into lack of respect, how kids are raised, blah blah blah, but if you can't handle kids being little jerks then you probably just shouldn't exist.
I hated talking on the phone when I was a kid. It's honestly not all that different today. I hated being on the phone for more than just a couple minutes. I never know what to say over the phone. I'll just tell Wilberforce and Hattie what I told my friends who called me: "We only live a block or two away from each other. Why can't we just meet outside somewhere?"
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