
B.A.: Except… anybody can read this sign from over ten feet away. Wouldn’t this have made more sense if he’d used much smaller letters?
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Chestnuts

Personal synchronicity: less than half an hour before I saw this, somebody sent me (via Facebook, not by either e-mail or fax) a joke which, because of its political nature, can’t be repeated here.
But it doesn’t have to be, because the point of this post is that I told him I’d been hearing variations of that joke for decades, and my first was
An airplane was going down. On board were Henry Kissinger, a priest and a hippie. The pilot comes back to the passenger area and says “This plane is going down , there are three parachutes, and I’m taking one!” and jumps out of the door.
Henry Kissinger says “I am ze smartest man in ze world und I need to live,” grabs a parachute and jumps out.
The priest says to the hippie, “My son, I have lived a long life and am one with God, please take the last parachute that you may live.”
The hippie turns back to the priest and says “Don’t sweat it, pops, the smartest man in the world just jumped out of an airplane with my backpack.”
Does anybody know of a variation earlier than this one?
Okay, I understand that this is a repeat…

… but can’t the syndicate at least pretend to make an effort?
1957 called… No, just “1957 called”

Now that the Coronavirus is part of the Arloverse…

It really shouldn’t change the core strip, since it’s almost entirely about Arlo, Janis and Luddie; but logically, Gene and Mary Lou’s farm stand must be circling the drain by now.
Even if this wasn’t Jimmy’s original plan, I wonder whether the kids are going to end up moving to the town where Arlo and Janis live.
I wouldn’t hate that.
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B.A.: Is it just me, or is this comic in extraordinarily bad taste (without either making a point or offering a punchline)?
Brush Up Your Shakespeare

To Boldly Go…

This would be a joke if, you know, every panel weren’t completely accurate.

A year when I was WELL under thirty called…

Submitted by Carl Fink