“Oop! Ack…
PENGUIN LUST!”
“Well you can rock me to sleep tonight”
This one. I can picture it in my head right now.
Binkley: A boy and his penguin!
Opus: A penguin and his boy!
Mr. Binkley: Two dips and a dad.
Dandelion break
“Gorbachev sings tractors! Turnips! Buttocks!”
I had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Breathed at San Diego Comic Con this year, and getting an advance copy of the new Bloom County collection (Bloom County Episode XI: A New Hope) autographed by the man himself. As a fan since the mid '80s, I was pretty stoked.
I always loved Binkley’s anxiety closet with the giant spotted snorklewacker, nuclear missiles, conservative politicians, and vengeful librarians.
“Maybe we could arrange for Phyllis Schlafly to jump out and grab you sometime.”
“How about Victoria Principal?”
“We’re nightmares. Pipe dreams are under the bed.”
“The mirthful mermaids of planet Playtex grow less mirthful by the minute, sir.” - a quote from Opus and Cutter John’s ongoing Star Trek roleplay.
And who could forget Billy and the Boingers’ hit, “U Stink But I Love U.”
Trump Dump.
“Half-naked exploding porpoises!”
“Place tray on center rack. Peel back corner of foil to expose tater tots …”
Milo: “I’m on to a hot story. I’ve got the new Deathtöngue single ‘Hell’s Bells’. Rumor has it that you can hear terrible messages when you play it backwards. Let’s give it a listen…”
Record played backwards: "Goooooo to church… Sayyyyyy your prayers… Tithe! Tithe!"
Milo: “I don’t think I have a story.”
This.
Always be careful what you wear. 22 years ago or so, I was wandering around campus in the middle of summer for some reason when my department chair spotted me and roped me into an emergency textbook meeting. Seems some church-going types wanted to inspect our new Biology and General Science texts, and I was the only other Science teacher around. So there I sat in the meeting - flip-flops, cargo shorts and an Opus t-shirt. Not just any shirt - this was the one with Opus rocking out on tuba, wearing a rainbow fright wig, with “Sold my soul to rock & roll!” emblazoned above.
It was a short meeting.
Chicken and Trumpling soup.
“Mr Trump said I should put my money into CD’s.”
- Opus, explaining why his bedroom is full of compact discs, after having received investment advice from Trump’s brain in Bill the Cat’s body.
Bill/Trump: “And imagine…in this great quality country, folks like you haven’t strung folks like me up by their intestines.”
Reynelda: “…Yet.”
Ronald-Ann: “Hush.”
I can’t find it now, but I swear there was a thread or post around here the other day where someone was wondering why “people of color” was OK but “colored people” was racist. And I immediately thought of the strip where Steve Dallas has a similar conversation with his mother.
“A Bolshevik halfback stepped in my head, sir.”
“Are humans white meat or dark meat?”
"And I suppose you think the world is flat?
“Oh, no, of course not . . . it’s shaped more like a burrito.”
“Sheep pimp.”
“Men should pause for one moment and take another long look at the very thing that brings meaning to their meaningless lives.”