Thursday, August 31, 2006

Tomorrow is always soon.

Top three, at least.

Complain productively.

Keepin' it real.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Something has to give.

And this Beanie Baby will fund my retirement.

Because sanity is worth more than rent.

I should feel guilty for this one. But I don't.

Creepy things, either way.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Maybe later.

Oh yes you did.

I see something in this piece.

And then he choked on his hood.

At least that I can see.

What's the real estate?

Thank you, USPS.

Animal farm.

Same thing, really.

Before it's too late.

Why not?

Pick a snack.

Family values.

The nerd takes a cheap shot.

Vaccinated.

Pigeons just love convertibles.

70 hour weeks call for extra juice.

Supervision, not so super.

Friday, August 25, 2006

Pricey.

But I had fun!

Poor little fowl.

And you think we don't see.

Jeepers creepers: peepers!

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Popular is easy. Just like high school.

Because, of course, some Prince is on his way.

The one person we are all powerless against.

A perfect pair, thinks you.

Two words: Antiques Roadshow.

Think of it as a promotion.

Hopefully temporary.

Afterschool special.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Coveted secrets.

Ivory tower or deep, deep hole?

But her dog has all his shots.

Girl, you know it's true.

Worth it?

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

You are what you—eh, you know.

A function of time.

Sex-ay.

Something to talk about.

Monday, August 21, 2006

Be careful, Grandpa.

And it won't grow back.

Quite the event.














My poor scanning skills appear again.
The last word is 'parties' and I'm sorry for the bad cropping.

Retainer be damned.

See you on Dateline, Pervy.

There are many more rewarding hobbies out there.

But I love her!

Define earnings.

Sunday, August 20, 2006

It is what it is.

How the green the lawn, and yet, sadness.

Postal? That's nothing.

At least, that's the story.

Or gay.

Fire up the nanny-cam.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Perception as diagnosis.

And the cycle repeats the next Saturday.

Some cases just don't close.

Friday, August 18, 2006

Who dares guess what evil lurks in the accounting department?

No escaping it.

Dress the part.

This seat's taken.

Get out (however you like).

Ewww, claws!

Libraries help capitalism.

Toots occur.

Tell your dad to back off.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Who shot J.R.?

Oh, well okay then.

Vegas, baby.

Some scars you can't see.

Nero, pass that fiddle.

Anyone else find his nickname rather ironic?

All roads lead to Rome.

And pick up some ointment.

Nobody even notices it.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Better luck next year.

Use TMI to get PTO.

Back that thing up.

Keep at it then.

You are now free to roam about the board.

Not sure a spoon would work here.

Fashion and fuzz.

Delicious.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Sensational.

So few of them, though.

Maybe dodos could have cured cancer.

And maybe a new gardener.

Use those vacation days.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Redefining personal space.

Keep your garlic and silver bullets at the ready.

Behold the intern's wrath.

Your dog never really ate any homework.

No first kiss either.

Friday, August 11, 2006

Beware the Aquafina.

Different words. Same message.

Get it?

Karma sometimes takes a while.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

And you can't put a Prada label on your gravestone.

Chomp.

Not to mention health insurance.

Charity.

Sad but true.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Win some. Lose some.

Everyone has an accent. Everyone.

What a wretched clan.

And where X and Y meet are the dead people.

Even if not housebroken.

Circuitous reasoning, perhaps.

Norman! No!

I can dream.

Go, America!

Sorry.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

No slice C.

Brewed by the devil.

So lure them from bed with bagels.

Or, -459 degrees Fahrenheit.

Way to ruin Christmas.

Temptation.

Denial.

It's a no-calorie burning treadmill.

Irksome.

How tenuous, that imaginary friendship.

Use those frequent flier miles.

Hope springs eternal.

Party poopers.

Standards, schmandards.

Like wearing a sweatshirt from a college you didn't get into.

 
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