Pull back to reveal wall sized autographed poster of Lionel Ritchie behind the record producer.
Gorbachev sings tractors. Turnip! Buttocks!
Run with the Devil
Shout Satan’s might!
Death tongue Death tongue
The beast rises tonight!
"This is penguin lust at its ugliest."
“What is ‘feminine protection’, anyway? A chartreuse flamethrower?”
“This is the face of…a statesman!”
“A politician.”
“A statesman!”
“A politician.”
"A STATESMAN!"
“A statesman…is a dead politician.”
“…”
“Lord knows, we need more statesmen.”
“Sustained, of course, by serious, full-gonzo goofing.”
Found it!
Eat the peas
They’re squooshy
Eat lead!
No nukes, no nukes!
BAM!
That strip has been on my classroom bulletin board for decades.
One step closer and we lick the pot roast!
“Gun control! Gun control!”
“Ow! Socialized medicine! Socialized medicine!”
“Drug humor isn’t funny, Roger”.
“You read it, Tom!”
“Judge Wapner knows how to handle these delicate cases.”
“Bailiff, kick those two in the butt.”
“Yo yo yo yo…something.”
“HERRING WHOPPER, HEAVY MAYO!”
“…Hold the head.”
“Fold back foil to expose tater tots.”
“I want the biggest, tallest, most expensive, glamorous… HERRING HEAD!”
“Senator Belfry is a public servant. Can you say ‘public servant’?”
“Bozo.”
“Good! I knew you could!”
A want ad:
“Into spanking…”
“That’s BANKING!”
But my two favorites, already mentioned more than once each I believe, are “pear pimples for hairy fishnuts” (“look, just cough up some dough, Mac”) and “banana walrus wafers” (“There’s no such THING as banana walrus wafers!” “Well, there SHOULD be.”) When Bloom County was good, back in the day, it was very, very good.
I have this on my refrigerator
