Rubes by Leigh Rubin for June 01, 2015

You tell ’im, Chuck.

Tell him to go fly a kite, Chuck.

…cut down the darn kite-eating tree!

Fly, fly again.

And of course, my mind went to the gutter version…..something about seed.

consider who your talking too

what, you going to stab him with your kite?

Menaced Master.

If at first you don’t fricasee,Fry, fry a hen.

“And don’t get me started on Lucy and that football!”

He was the epitome of trying again, & still not succeeding.

You taught me something professor, I thought it was a dirty joke.I gotta get out of the gutter more often.