Hobbes in motion
What’s he carrying?
A leafblower!
Can’t you make him shut it up?
Well, if you’ll rub my belly . . .
Trash cans!
March 7, 2008
You lookin’ at me? Huh?
March 14, 2008
Look, ma — I can do splits!
The call has come
Not even a month since the 50th struck, and already they have found me. I fear there is no place I can hide.
Shoring up the economy one-handed
It’s a tough job, but someone’s got to go out and spend money. I could have lived with inhaling the toxic fumes emitted every wash cycle after a certain person loaded the dishwasher so sloppily that a lid melted on a heating element, but I considered it my civic duty to bolster the American economy with my dollars.
Likewise with that old broken trash compacter; it had made a perfectly good drawer for our kitchen garbage for the last fifteen years, but my cash pumping through the marketplace will support five thousand needy families (or at least look good next to the new dishwasher.)
Clowns to the left
February 29, 2008
Clowns to the left of it, jokers to the right. The can’s stuck in the middle again.
