Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for September 15, 2016

That explains the sweatshirt and baseball cap.

It isn’t the swimsuit that’s too tight. It’s the hat.

There is no god, devil, heaven or hell. The great Holy Spaghetti Monster has decreed it be so.

“Boopshepsut” – love it!

In that lifetime Zonker was probably in charge of the sacred incense.

Yep, she knows how to take care of herself all right. Moments later the queen had her executed! On to the next life.

You didn’t marry her for her brains, BD.

It is as if Boopsie took the knee during the playing of the national anthem.

Worshiping Ra dried out their skin, so all the mommies looked like mummies.

Wow! All that cool stuff you did in your “past lives”! So how come in this life, you’re just a moron!

Being executed and mummified dries out the skin too, Boopshepsut.

All Hail the Sun God!He is the Fun God!Ra! Ra! Ra!

Listen to Boopsie, she is correct and ahead of her time. We should thank the Aussies for the 1980s Slip-Slop-Slap campaign for skin cancer awareness. It is now: Slip on a shirt, Slop on the 30+ sunscreen, Slap on a hat, Seek shade or shelter, Slide on some sunnies. — “Slip, Slop, Slap, Seek, Slide” Recommended reading: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slip-Slop-Slap

No but my hat is… why?

Death doesn’t do a lot for the skin either, Boops