Bloom County by Berkeley Breathed for December 29, 2012

Along came a Spyder, picked up a riderand took him down the road to eternity.

You could pick me up in a Ferrari Spyder, and take me anywhere!

i feel the need for speed.

Reads just like one of those really great novels—you know the kind, like Valley of the Dolls—high on strained metaphors, big on hyperbole, poignant at the climax; not to mention sex, drugs, and rock ’n roll: fast women, faster cars, disaster!

I does appear that the rabbit is extending a middle digit to Bill the cat?

And all I get for oblivion is a Camry, an enlarged prostate, and Ambien….what? Too much information? Sorry…not everyone is as glamorous as Bill T. Cat.

Dean met his end in a Porsche 550 Spyder.

@ capndunzzl: Cutter John and Bobbi: my favorites, next to Opus.

And his body was never found . . .

I tried reading this before breakfast and I lost my appetite. Thanks a lot, Milo.

Not acne, ack-ne.

My 2 month GF at the time busted a gut reading “Death by Acne”