Gil Thorp by Henry Barajas and Rachel Merrill for January 02, 2013

Shut up and eat your roast peacock, Scott. Mom and Dad Fowler look like they’ve been into the Wild Turkey.

The Magic Peacock: now legal in Colorado and Washington.

BTW – a peacock call is “ee-OOhh, ee-OOhh” – nor erkank or whatever. And its loud enough that everyone in the neighborhood would have heard it.

But yes, channeling Jay-Bird.

Here’s a handy, helpful guide for the writers:

- Jumping sharks = pure awesome.- Jumping the shark . . . not awesome at all.

A Milford dad sighting! That’s more unusual than seeing a peacock in your backyard.

Like I said, a peacock sighting in our neighborhood was nothing. One of the folks used to have a few and yes, EVERYBODY could hear them and their loud noise, whatever it is. I haven’t heard one this year so maybe it IS what they are eating here.

Looking forward to Scott’s next game. What’s next, a flock of seagulls?

Great, we finally get a dad in a storyline and he looks like he’s drunk at the dinner table.

Wieswald: Are you suggesting this strip is jumping the peacock?

@desertdwlrFunny you should say that. Check out my Alma Tomatter.

http://www.cocke.k12.tn.us/CockeCoHighSchool/

“I haven’t seen anything out of the ordinary, let me ask the peacock if he has.”

Peacock blocked again.

Fowler…Peacock…Phoenix…it’s like symbolism, man.

Or that huge bird only Shemp could see in one of the stranger Three Stooges films.

@desertdwlrHaha. We called the girls teams “Lady Roosters”. Like Mama Bull, or Daddy Cow.

I hear that peacock tastes somewhere between spotted owl and bald eagle.

Hey Mom, this chicken tastes funny!

@jmcx4—There’s a team down here that goes by Lady Lions. And I’m always like “Wouldn’t that be a Lioness?”