Get Fuzzy by Darby Conley for May 25, 2018

Well put Satch, pretty much some’s it up.

Two days of this? OK, maybe it’s time for the thorazine.

Uh oh, it’s progressed to the Kitty Twitchies.

Satch hits the nail on the head.

Time to encourage the ‘dear cat’ to talk to himself in a separate room behind closed doors. Include a full length mirror so he won’t feel alone. He just wants attention! Let him completely enjoy his own company for a bit.

Fee! Fie! Foe! I smell the blood of a moron.

Try this, Buck:“I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippieTo the hip hip hop-a you don’t stop the rock,It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogieTo the rhythm of the boogie, the beat….”

The answer is clearly rama lama ding dong.

I swear Bucky is acting like a current POTUS. Poor Satch

Not really one of the funniest Get Fuzzy strips.

Somebody open a can of tuna.

why is satch sniffing butts?

Isn’t that Kanye’s new “song”?