B.C. by Mastroianni and Hart for June 02, 2010

You just might need it!

Good Morning, LuvH8, Grog, Ladywolf, Woodeye, Dogsniff & Everyone.

Junior also knows when to call 9-1-1.

An ant can lift many times his own weight so he’s clearly asking for trouble.

Sheik - that or she’s packin’ a lot of extra lead.

Uh-Oh!

Hi Lonewolf, Little Sister, Grog, Dogsniff & Tanya

Good morning Good Morning, Big Sister, Lonewolf, Grog, Sheik, Woodeye, Dogsniff, Yukoner, pouncingtiger & Everyone else that comes here soon.

At least she didn’t ask him if SHE looked fat.

Have you ever seen a fat ant, no not aunt…. I have one of those… Good Morning Lonewolf and Ladywolf it’s nice to be remembered even though I don’t show up every day. And Good Morning to all of you others too!

That sounds about right

And here’s a great big DROOB! for Grog if he ever shows up…

Well, this is Cartoon Physics, where it’s funnier for the moment to keep the ants relatively weak…

Good Morning Tanya, Ladywolf, and Everybody

How is junior on Hernias?

LOL!

Good morning, and peace to all.

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I guess Romance is not in the ant dictionary, at least the male version of the dictionary.

I think it’s more like “how is junior on reviving the dead?”

A Hearthy Good Hump Day to pamlicorat, LuvH8 and all fellow BC’ers!!!

“Ha ha, good one honey! Here’s some formic acid in your face. Happy anniversary.”

Ants got hearses?

Jr. a chiropractor? Cause that really seems to be the real need here.

Well she could stand to lose a few pounds.

Good Morning, Dogsniff, Johanan, Ladywolf, ♠Lonewolf♠ & LuvH8!

Johanan, I always show up. It’s usually just a question of when.

An ant BURN! (And here I always thought an ant burn is what a kid does with a magnifying glass…..not that I ever did it myself, of course.)

Uhh, Honey, I wouldn’t want to drop you with my bad back and all. Couldn’t I just roll you across the threshold?

Maybe she’s trying to kill him. Don’t ants only carry food home?

Hello everyone!

You guys are too funny! Have a great day!

Certainly not pounds, Grog, but…what? Milligrams?

Ah, for the carefree days of their courtship, when she was a perfect 0.036 - 0.008 - 0.034 (even for an ant, she was ‘wasp-waisted’)…

Now merely waspy, then, Fritz?

Petruchio: Come, come, you wasp, i’faith you are too angry. Katherine: If I be waspish, best beware my sting. Petruchio: My remedy is then to pluck it out. Katherine: Ay, if the fool could find where it lies. Petruchio: Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail. Katherine: In his tongue. Petruchio: Whose tongue? Katherine: Yours, if you talk of tales, and so farewell. Petruchio: What, with my tongue in your tail?

– “The Taming of the Shrew”, W.S.

He’s crossing a threshold for pain.