And so it was, ironically enough, a mundane and innocent threat that finally brought the leader of the notorious Keane Kult to justice.*
This is old and overlinked, but it's baseball season now and it's always good to be reminded of brilliant things, so go (re)read this statistical analysis of Charlie Brown's baseball team. Despite their sincerity, they are not very good.
Is there any situation more horrible than Crankshaft knocking at your door, angrily demanding a place to poop?
And so Dolly has already mastered the fine art of scapegoating.
This comic is hilarious because Mr. Dithers would like to shoot and kill his employee, but feels constrained by a particular law that has no actual bearing on the situation.
Ha ha! The existence of acronyms and emoticons is definitely a good reason to wish for the wanton destruction of all human life! Good point, Wiley!
Continuing the thread of existential angst from a couple days ago, here we see what Hi and Lois would have looked like if Albert Camus had decided to go to work for Mort Walker Inc. instead of dying in a car accident.
These last few 9 Chickweed Lane comics would probably be more emotionally resonant without the bizarre hand-fucking.
Dolly is vastly overestimating her idiot brother's intelligence here. She ought to know better. Given his embarrassingly limited mental capacity, there's simply no way Jeffy could formulate a plot as complex as putting a caterpillar on his sister's shoulder.
Because what better way to celebrate the resurrection of Christ than by raping and pillaging the countryside?
