Bloom County by Berkeley Breathed for July 24, 2020

Taking a little poetic license there, are we?

Herring guts! LOL! How does she know that smell?

I betcha Michael loved this.

Herring guts will do that every time.

“The wind, the willows, the… herring.” That’s our Opus!

…’vague’?

i’m slow to-day noon and night → who’s the decades ago nice lady,, obviously? tnx in adv

Ahhh, the smell of herring guts. If I had a dime for every time that worked in getting me a date with a girl … I’d still have no dimes.

As accurate as could be expected from that magazine….

Pied Piper didn’t he … eh, say no more.