Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for February 17, 2010

I think Martin needs to be frog marched right out the door….

Was it a MANwich?

And I thought that you were only supposed to toss your salad.

Too much ketchup, Martin?

Next, he’ll toss his cookies.

He disagreed with his food.

John Belushi yells….”FOOD FIGHT!”….

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(Just in case – I have a head-cold and may sleep in tomorrow.)

What really frosts Cleo’s cheeks is the coat, hat, and booties ensemble. She is a proud basset, not some poofey, hairless chihuahua.

Martin is on a diet. The hostility diet. A great new fad!

Cleo notes that it is hard to keep the snout warm while maintaining olfactory and chompactory functions.

♫♪ These boots are made for walkies, and that’s just what they’ll do

one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you. ♫♪

Most food critics just write a bad review, but not Martin.

Cleo just wants to get inside before the evil cat starts laughing at her outfit.

GOOD MORNING CLEOISTS! Cleoites?

“I SAID, NO ONIONS !!!”

If my belly was as close to the snow as Cleo’s is, i’d be cold too. Coat or no coat.

Too derivative of Watterson.

Did we know Cleo was a drama queen?

Naw. She just doesn’t want all her friends to see her in this outfit.

Great ’toon today, Nighthawks!

That is so me when I have to go out in freezing weather. I make sure everyone knows how I feel about it.

He hates ketchup…as I do.

You haven’t experienced cold until you’ve lived in Edmonton, Cleo.

Martin, uncertain that the sandwich was cooked right, checks that the spaghetti was done the “Al Dente” method.

And to think, they are still in the back yard. A new comic has been put on the main page and still nothing about fixing Sherpa.