“A carton of camels by noon, or permanent penguin pâté!”
(Steve, holding Opus hostage while trying to kick cigarettes.)
“T’aint corn. It’s dope.”
“Pear pimples for hairy fishnuts!”
Leper Lover, creature of the dark
Drip your disease, leave your mark
Through the gutter, slime and stinky…
…George Bush is a Twinkie.
As Opus enjoys a morning sunrise:
How I love to watch the morn with golden sun that shines,
up above to nicely warm these frosty toes of mine
The wind doth taste of bittersweet,
Like jasper wine and sugar.
I bet it’s blown through others’ feet,
like those of…
…Caspar Weinberger.
“Devil bunnies! I snort the nose, Lucifer! Banana banana!” (heavy metal record played backwards)
Opus’ future mother-in-law bringing the minister over to meet them while he’s still in his Deathtongue outfit… and the minister loves their music.
“Start over!”
Also, “Ack!”
“Did Adam and Eve have navels?”
Trump: The Strip (a comic strip started by Bill the Cat).
“He’s using your body.” “I know. I’m having a cow.”
“Except that porcupines are allergic to raisins. Failure, Mr. Jones, is hardly very original. Sit down.”
I need to dig up my @1984 “Don’t Blame Me, I Voted for Bill and Opus” tee. Meadow Party!
We had a Corgi-Beagle mix who reminded me of Rosebud (always thought there was some Basset in there). Though as far as I know, Mojo never piddled on anyone’s Tony Lamas.
This is Luther H. Putgrass, signing off and headed for the tub. (More skin on HBO!)
The Banana Jr 3000, now with tint control!
(Said around our house whenever a new iPhone or anything else comes out with a slightly newer version- that we must have!)
Ah … chère madame, vos lobes d’oreilles sont comme des têtes de poisson!
Two of my favorites.
Offensensitivity and, if we can include Outland, the Men’s Kouch.
“Just the usual formality before the chaos begins - like playing the anthem at a Cubs game.”
Guy wearing MONDALE '84 paraphernalia shows up at the Meadow Party convention.
“So who have you guys got to go up against Reagan in the fall?”
“A dead cat.”
<considers leaving>
“Oh, what the hell.”
Baskets of marijuana.
Legs shaved?
Halfway.
What’s a worse name than Yaz Pistachio?
Berkeley Breathed?
I still have my stuffed Opus.
I never liked BLOOM COUNTY all that much…I remember when it started, and I was “Oooooo-Kay, Doonesbury rip-off.” And I was like, 12.
The one Sunday strip that I absolutely loved, though, was when Steve Dallas was in the hospital, and the final panel was the priest shouting “Dear Lord, please don’t let this atheist doofus die!”
Also, “Jazz and vegetables. Hold the meat.”
Just in case someone didn’t realize he has been making new ones online daily
