Arlo and Janis by Jimmy Johnson for November 20, 2012

I think she’s being very rude to that turkey….

better cooking dressing less harmfull then stuffing!!

That’s one deep turkey!

They say it’s better to cook dressing and stuffing separately and add after the turkey is cooked. (Stuffing is chunkier and uses bread, dressing is usually crumbled up cornbread).

I had to look up Bechamel sauce – and even then I am not certain I get the joke. Is it supposed to be funny that Arlo fiddled around making white sauce that only takes 20 minutes to make, while Janis still had her hands up the insides of a frozen turkey? Given that the turkey will take the better part of a day to roast, why would he even be making the sauce before the bird even goes into the oven. This is one of those times when this comic is just meh.

And if that could not be accomplished?..

I am in charge of the deep fried turkey and keeping the beer chest stocked. I love my Thanksgiving job.

Dampwaffle: Why meh? Haven’t you figured out by now that Arlo is a bit out of it, the poet of the couple, while Janis is the one who has her feet on the ground? The interaction between these opposites is what the strip is all about.

Sometimes your comic content seems like you had a camera viewing our lives!

That’s the joke.

so, apparently, the division of duties in preparation for the annual feast are not agreeable to at least one of the parties involved

I suspect that when the turkey is done the bechamel sauce will be library paste.

My question is, why, when Arlo tastes the Bechamel, is it BROWN?!? If it be brown, me thinks he scorched it a LOT.

Seeing how deep her arm appears to be in the turkey, I suspect the bird may contain a portal to another dimension.

When you have to explain it….LOL

Dampwaffle, I think the point was that he cant wait. He cooked the fastest thing and is waiting for the turkey.

The real issue is that bechamel sauce is white not brown.

MY issue is why does she have her sweater (or blouse) stuck inside the bird? Ugh.

Why is her arm AND sleeve in the turkey? It’s going to have a hint of Downey freshness!

I also posted this over at C’est la Vie:I see you across a crowded room. Among all the others that are there, the lights seemed to shine down on you alone. I knew then I have to have you for my own. Willingly, you came with me to my home. From the car, I carry you through the door. Looking at you, I admire your body, your well-shaped legs and chest.Slowly, I remove what wraps around your body so tightly, fitting you like a glove, exposing your tender white skin. From your neck I remove your charms, and carry you off in my arms, to the warm water that awaits. The water cascades down your neck, flowing over your soft breasts, then making your legs glisten with wetness. Droplets of water cover your taut skin. My handsrub your body…….running them through the beads of water, making them trickle down off your body.I place my fingers inside you. You are warm and moist, so ready.I carry your still dripping body to a laying place, so that I can put inside you what was well prepared to enter you before we even came through the door. As soon as I lay you down your legs spread open wide. You are ready now and so am I. I put a little in, slowly at first, getting a feel for how much you can take in.I put in more; you take it willingly. In anticipation, faster and faster I put it in, pushing it deeply as far as I can, until I can’t put any more in! You are so tight. With your legs wrapped tightly, not wanting to release any of it, I make you hot for a very long time, until your sweet juices escape from within. Then I taste you, with my tongue at first; your skin is so soft and tender.I taste more of you with my mouth, you are so hot and moist, you taste so good. Your juices coating my mouth, making me drool in anticipation of eating you more, with every taste. “Oh yes”, I say to you, “Thank goodness for Butterball turkey.”

@ runar and pschearer – LOL!!!!!!!!