Buddy's Blog

Speaking of rat poison, about 20 years ago Frau G’s big stupid sheepdog ate some rat poison. It didn’t work. That dog was so dumb she had him in multiple dog obedience classes for 6 years. All he ever got were Certificates of Attendance.

I’ve explained this before. The p-tooie dialog is Arnold spitting out Beardo’s beard hairs when she kisses him.

From June 8, 2014…

For your edification:

Uh-oh!

I drew that strip because there are lots of people who take things much too seriously. I got tossed out of quite a few papers for stuff that some people find offensive. I mean, what’s wrong with a bearded lady who is married to a duck (or a man who looks like a duck, I’m not sure which) but having an illicit love affair with an 18 year old schlub?

Talking about my childhood in the trailer park in Bradenton Beach, we had running water that was terrible to drink. It came from a shallow well and it reeked of sulphur. We had no toilets outside a community toilet with a septic tank. I’ve shown this picture of my mother before. She’s the one with her back to the camera, chatting with a neighbor and carrying two pots of poop down to the dumping station.

Here she is with some friends ca 1952

Here’s a flash back to 1998…

I lived in that trailer when I was a kid. It was a 25 foot Alma. This picture was probably taken in North Carolina. For three years we traveled back and forth between Florida and Pennsylvania. Later on, when we stopped migrating, my father sold the Alma and bought an old 32 footer. My Aunt Mae had returned from Germany (Uncle Aub was in the army), and she lived next to us in the Alma in the trailer park with her invalid son and my grandmother.