He said,”Butt.”

No. I don’t know where all those other raccoons came from. Other than the necessity to make the joke work.

Now that they’ve served their usefulness I promise they’ll go away.

Verne’s Brother Roscoe

This cartoon was botched. I didn’t write that stuff from RJ in the middle panel. T felt he needed to add it (without consultation). The joke is about how he’s nothing like Roscoe despite the fact they each stink. The stuff in the middle is unnecessary and just confuses things.

Too many words.

Lazily Efficient?

I suppose one could argue that generalizing is a survival skill leftover from life on the savanna. One lion ate my friend. Perhaps all lions have a taste for friends. Maybe I should err on the sider of caution and avoid lions.

Reasonable? Sure. 30,000 years ago.

Today, we have this thing called a frontal lobe  that allows us to overrule our baser instincts. So, when you witness a bloviating squirrel headed rotting tangerine faced serial lying race baiting nowhere near a billionaire you really shouldn’t think all bloviating squirrel headed rotting tangerine faced serial lying race baiting nowhere near a billionaire billionaires are the alike.

Seriously. You shouldn’t.

 

 

 

 

Hammy Just Wants To Have Fun

Sorry about that Cyndi Lauper earworm now in your head. It should run it’s course by tomorrow.

Driverless Cars Aren’t New

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We’ve had driverless cars for years. Check your mirrors.

Mr. Rogers Suburbia

I think Mr. Rogers and Pee Wee would get along just fine.

The One With Chuck

With apologies to Sparky. He wasn’t a cartoonist. He was an artist.

Troll Hunt

I think I own that troll’s shirt. Not sure what that means.  Time to go shopping?

Trump Lumps

I think I just wrote “trump supporters.”  But T (without consultation) changed it to Trump Lumps. Which is certainly better. Would have been nice to confirm it’s better, but T didn’t give me that chance.

Grumble. Grumble. Grumble.

The Ruby-Necked Leaf Sculptor

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