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Robert R sent me this:

Way back when I bought a lot of IKEA stuff. My big computer desk, bookshelves, and boxes on wheels you slide under beds, all IKEA. I used to have an IKEA bed. We left it when we sold our house in Maryland. Did you know that the founder of IKEA was a Nazi?

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Tuesday

 

 

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Monday

I just heard that Sam Gross has passed away. He was a funny, funny cartoonist, the best. And I’m proud to say that he was a friend of mine. When I first started drawing cartoons I said to myself “Maybe some day I’ll be able to meet Sam Gross.” Well I did, and I was thrilled and honored. Maybe he’ll meet his legless frog in the hereafter and the frog will bite his ass. That cartoon inspired this one that I drew many years ago. It appeared in a National Lampoon collection Cartoons Even We Wouldn’t Dare Print II in 1985.

 

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Sunday

Happy Sunday

 

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Saturday

OK, I’m totally confused. Here’s the first week of the Osama story:

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Friday

 

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Thursday

From Robert  R… The story of my life:

This should have been yesterday’s strip.

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Wednesday

 

 

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Tuesday

This I find funny. And I hope you’ll forgive the four letter word. I was writing lyrics to a song I’m working on using MS Word. I turned on the dictation so I could speak the lyrics. I got this far:

Babies will cry like they always do,

Birds gonna fly, doves gonna coo,

Hearts will be broken, rain’s gonna fall,

What does it matter?

It doesn’t matter at all

As I cleared my throat, Word listened and continued typing:

Babies will cry like they always do,

Birds gonna fly, doves gonna coo,

Hearts will be broken, rain’s gonna fall.

What does it matter?

It doesn’t matter at all baby

I started laughing. Word listened and continued typing this:

Babies will cry like they always do,

Birds gonna fly, doves gonna coo,

Hearts will be broken, rain’s gonna fall.

What does it matter?

It doesn’t matter at all baby skunk fuck Steve

Then I turned off dictation.

 

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