Friday, July 24, 2009

Saturday succotash.

July 25, 2009

Panel 1:Tiny hand, giant head.

Panel 2:Giant hand, tiny head.

Panel 3:Inquisitive green anole.

July 24, 2009

Panel 1:You know, if you want to keep a low profile and stay hidden, setting a car on fire is probably not a great idea. Even waaaaaay out in a vast wilderness like Lost Forest, someone is going to see the smoke...

Panel 2:Unless you fall in the ravine, first.

July 23, 2009

Panel 1:It wasn't obvious yesterday, but this "ditch" that Percival keeps referring to appears to run perpendicular to the direction of the road. I wonder if Mark dug it there so as to trap any unsuspecting British huntsmen driving around in boxy, 2WD sedans?

Panel 2:You know Percival, if you didn't spend so much time stroking believe you call it a boot where you come...So, as I was saying, if you didn't spend so much lovingly stroking the boot of your getaway vehicle, there might be fewer fingerprints for you to worry about.

Panel 3:Faithful readers, would anyone care to wager that the Jackelrod Sphere intends to take Percival's exclamation here literally? I bet that by Monday, Our Man Percival is lost and hungry in the woods, and is going to need to get saved by Our Androgyne Mark in order that Mark can than proceed to punch the daylights out of him.

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