Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for February 28, 2024

Watch out for that tree!

Allen is trying for a swashbuckler image with that rope, unfortunately his image is more swishbuckler.

His broken ankle also figures.

You know if you show up at work with grass stains on your butt one more time, Mr. Flabberhodle will fire you.

Allen fancies himself to be quite the swinger, but his neighbours beg to differ.

Allen’s a fresh Ballard Street transplant from Africa by way of Tarzana…

Yippee!

I’m not sure I want to know about Allen’s shibari sideline.

Nice form, Allen. He sticks the landing every time.

Allen just realized he is on a collision course with Mrs. Skubby coming up the front walk.

Allen is calculating his simple gravity pendulum. Length of the pendulum, acceleration of gravity, the amplitude, the cycle period. By the time he gets everything figured out, he is left hanging and late for work.

Good morning Balladeers!

Allen is enjoying himself.

The police made Allen stop the Tarzan yell but they can’t stop his enthusiasm for the rope launch every morning.

When Allen replaced his morning caffeine jumpstart with adrenalin, he had to hire a team of trainers to help his dangerously raggedy dismount.

Allen’s been blackballed by The Ballard Street Insurance Carriers and Chili Chefs Association following his fifth hip replacement.

Boyishly trying to be Tarzan…………or not?

Looking at Allen’s physique, I believe he’s making one of those YouTube videos where they end up in a face plant.

“Aaa-ee-aaa-ee-Ouch!”

Martha’s pretty good with that rope as well. They keep the curtains drawn in the bedroom but rumors are the two of them have a rope routine that gets quite noisy.

Macra-meeeeeeee!

Allen finally achieves ‘dope on a rope’ status.

From one jungle to another. Unfortunately, from good to bad.

Allen is seen as a swing vote in the upcoming election.

looks like allen’s at the end of his rope…

It helps Allen make up for lost time on those mornings when he oversleeps.