Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Tuesday April 12th

The comic:

I call foul - my Dixie would be knocking my arm around while Wickett shoved the book out of the way. They would not gaze adoringly at me as I read.

I seriously doubt he's a farmer. And the almanac would not be able to tell me the important weather related things, like how far away that fucking tornado is. Or if school is closed because of snow.

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