Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for January 08, 2019

“Friend” or not, Bob should insist his “friend” remove his hat in the house.

Ironically, his foot doesn’t like Bob at all.

“Pretends”? You mean he doesn’t like his foot?

His sole best friend?

It’s better than social media!

Bob and his foot, they will be remembered along with Batman and Robin, Superman and Lois Lane, Spiderman and his web. (I know that doesn’t make any sense, I need to go to bed!)

Unfortunately Bobs foot doesn’t like him. It trips him on a regular basis.

They’ve been kicking around together for years.

Wow… I’m late, and so many good lines have been posted!

I take of my hat to you all….

But don’t you guys know you’re supposed to leave a couple of feet empty for me between comments?

Bob’s friend can’t talk; he’s tied up at the moment.

I see he’s hiding Mr Sock Puppet for a surprise.

He’s getting off on the wrong foot again.

Hat got your tongue?

Stop looking at my feet like that.

His right foot secretly despises him and is, at this very moment, plotting Bob’s downfall.

A loose board on the front porch may, or may not, be part of the grand scheme.

Good morning, sheriff. Wherever you are.

The right is disappointed in it’s soul mate.

Later on his new friend turned out to be quite the heel.

Bob can’t remember whether it is right arm or left foot that starts off the hokey pokey.

This is not pretend. Bob is cultivating a serious relationship with his left foot. But he best beware. The butt can be very controlling if not respected.

But what can his left foot do with chalk?

Just before bed time Mr. Foot bares his soul.

Bob soon found himself all alone in the waiting room.

One can see the right foot is getting quite jealous and will do what ever it take to trip him up

It’s always good to practice social skills.

Watch out, Mr. Likable Someone, Bob is about to walk all over you…

What is afoot?

I had a patient once who, sadly enough, was so lonely and depressed he would call the time operator recording just to hear a human voice talking to him. I’m happy to say that, 28 years later, he’s happily married with two kids. They met when he forced himself to go to a city park to be among people. Miracles happen every day!