Lemmings are cute little guys… I read up on them a few years ago when I made a Christmas card with one on it.
They’re about 6″ long but only weigh about an ounce!
Apparently their population varies wildly from year to year… sometimes very abundant, sometimes so few people wonder whether they’re endangered.
For about a century it was believed that population pressure led them to migrate in dangerous ways…. Swimming across icy seas, for instance.
The Disney people didn’t invent the myth of their mass suicide. It was already rumored, along with the rest, but no one knew for sure.
Not finding any lemmings actually doing that, though, and it being an interesting story, they chose to stage it, and present it as fact.
For many years they kept their part in it secret, and the whole world “knew” that lemmings jumped to their deaths, and calling someone a lemming meant he or she was a blind follower.
Should I ever find myself in Wisconsin, I will have to pick up a couple of those priceless souvenirs.
My kind of joke. Blatant, obvious, dad-like, and punny.
OK, he didn’t actually ride again, cos he rode here yesterday… and he’s still here, comic strip time being muy elástico.
But it means his game is ON.
(Speaking of which… his sword apparently plays whist. Very sophisticated. But we’ll cross that “bridge” later.)
…
Perro™ is bold (see?)… he openly posts a challenge to Slurez, even while facing his henchmen by himself!
Well… “openly”… except that he does have a dinky little mask over his eyes.
Still.. I think it would be pretty easy for Slurez to recognise him, should he ever see him as Don Doggo.
…
Or will this be like Superman … another hero of whom Perro™ will claim no knowledge….
who had me tugging my hair in exasperation, as a child, when he’d walk right up to Lois Lane, supposedly an ace girl reporter, his only disguise a pair of glasses?
….
“LOIS!! You idiot,” I would silently scream.
I didn’t know which of them was more frustrating… Clark, for risking exposure, or Lois, for not recognising Superman… the guy whose face she dreamed about in Technicolor.
I mean… the day I got MY first glasses, I walked into class, and the teacher said “Hi Susan” .. she didn’t say, “Who are you?”
Even the bus driver and our neighbor’s 3 year old son recognised me.
But perhaps I digress…
…
Meanwhile…Perro™ wields his sword with such amazing skill…
he can totally cut a “P” in the backside of someone’s pants…
and the center of the top part doesn’t even fall out!
.
“Wind? I don’t see any wind.”
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind……
The groomer was in a hurry today.
Half guessing here, but this is
You’re absolutely right. One of his earliest and our favorites.
Looks like yogurt-covered pretzels.
Oh look! The June Taylor Dancers!
My life’s ambition, when I was five.
My brain keeps trying to make letters out of it.
Maybe because there’s kind of an E shape, when that bit is showing, for a fraction of a second I almost think I see words.
heavy drugs will help with that
Orgy! Or … um … am I the only one who sees that.
I am seeing very numerous organic figures. 😀
,
That’s despicable. {should be said in Daffy Duck’s voice}
A debatable example of “good television…”
Lemmings are cute little guys… I read up on them a few years ago when I made a Christmas card with one on it.
They’re about 6″ long but only weigh about an ounce!
Apparently their population varies wildly from year to year… sometimes very abundant, sometimes so few people wonder whether they’re endangered.
For about a century it was believed that population pressure led them to migrate in dangerous ways…. Swimming across icy seas, for instance.
The Disney people didn’t invent the myth of their mass suicide. It was already rumored, along with the rest, but no one knew for sure.
Not finding any lemmings actually doing that, though, and it being an interesting story, they chose to stage it, and present it as fact.
For many years they kept their part in it secret, and the whole world “knew” that lemmings jumped to their deaths, and calling someone a lemming meant he or she was a blind follower.
,,
I can see your problem from here.
“You had one job.”
Our university greenhouse was better. One washroom, plate glass on all four sides.
You get anonymity, not privacy.
BOO 😥😫
Nope; it’s different. For real.
It’s the Chicago River, in downtown Chicago.
Meant to post last night.
Booing the river or the sign?
Sign
, .
Do you see our waiter? If you spot him, wave him over.
find 2 bones and a stethoscope
Okay. What do you want me to do with them? Make soup and listen to it?
Got ’em. I think.
Not to mention his watch, keys and his yellow dog.
And are you sure those aren’t earphones?
That rug looks like it’s made of yellow dogs.
That, to me, should have been the subject of the puzzle: Find My Dog.
The man is holding the leash, looking for the dog, which isn’t visible because it blends into the rug.
In real life, of course, one would hope he could see a breathing, 3 dimensional dog lying on a flat rug…
But it’s the most hidden thing in this 2D drawing.
.
The ship of the desert.
Life imitates art.
Or art illustrates life!
“How to build a surfboard…”
When you go back and see the kids face, i feel bad for him. Who woulda thought.
For those keeping score, that’s one asp kicked, and one asp nicked.
Not where. Derriere.
Dairy air?
(fake) Wisconsin motto… found on T-shirts and mugs:
“Come smell our dairy air!”
Should I ever find myself in Wisconsin, I will have to pick up a couple of those priceless souvenirs.
My kind of joke. Blatant, obvious, dad-like, and punny.
He marks with a “P”?!? – Disgusting.
He’s a dog!
But putting that on humans? – Bad doggie!!!
Cleomigos y Cleomigas!
¡Perro™ rides again!
OK, he didn’t actually ride again, cos he rode here yesterday… and he’s still here, comic strip time being muy elástico.
But it means his game is ON.
(Speaking of which… his sword apparently plays whist. Very sophisticated. But we’ll cross that “bridge” later.)
…
Perro™ is bold (see?)… he openly posts a challenge to Slurez, even while facing his henchmen by himself!
Well… “openly”… except that he does have a dinky little mask over his eyes.
Still.. I think it would be pretty easy for Slurez to recognise him, should he ever see him as Don Doggo.
…
Or will this be like Superman … another hero of whom Perro™ will claim no knowledge….
who had me tugging my hair in exasperation, as a child, when he’d walk right up to Lois Lane, supposedly an ace girl reporter, his only disguise a pair of glasses?
….
“LOIS!! You idiot,” I would silently scream.
I didn’t know which of them was more frustrating… Clark, for risking exposure, or Lois, for not recognising Superman… the guy whose face she dreamed about in Technicolor.
I mean… the day I got MY first glasses, I walked into class, and the teacher said “Hi Susan” .. she didn’t say, “Who are you?”
Even the bus driver and our neighbor’s 3 year old son recognised me.
But perhaps I digress…
…
Meanwhile…Perro™ wields his sword with such amazing skill…
he can totally cut a “P” in the backside of someone’s pants…
and the center of the top part doesn’t even fall out!
Mad skillz.
Absolutamente locas.
New Orleans – 1910. Orpheum Theatre (St. Charles Theatre), St. Charles Street.
How appropriate, Butler & Basset are playing here.