There is a cock-a-roach upstairs.

And Dixie? My cock-a-roach killing dog? In my mom's room, asleep.

Oh well, it scuttled into Becky's room.


Onto today's strip.

I can honestly say I was expecting more church ones from the Plugger crowd. I've done 3 Sunday strips, and nada!

We don't have a Dairy Queen here anymore.

I protest!

How is that in anyway dieting?

Oh, it's plugger dieting, they hold the only healthy thing in the meal, yuk yuk yuk.

No, you get a fat-ass burger and hold the bread because you're "on Atkins."

I hate cherries.