Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for January 14, 2019

Pam, you could call it Cliff’s style.

When God made Cliff, he didn’t throw away the mold, unfortunately.

Cliff is a man of culture (bacterial).

Just me who read that as “ants”?

Mold isn’t a plant. It’s a fungus. But then so is Cliff.

They certainly broke the mould when they made him.

“How ’bout we have sex on top of it?”

Cliff, Pam’s not making a suggestion. She’s ORDERING you to clean up that toxic-waste dump you call a desk!

On Cliff’s behalf: He could be trying to manufacture penicillin in a weightless environment. Why, I wouldn’t know. Maybe for Winky and Ensign Kenny, but any bug that penicillin could kill is already dead.

“And… it’s moving!”

Hang in there Cliff. As long as I can reach my keyboard and coffee cup, I’m perfectly fine. I do have to move the occasional cat, however.

Wow! Cliff’s desk is neater than mine! In front of me I still have a “Top 40” list from WLS Radio here in Chicago dated September 17, 1965. Number one was the Beatles’ “Help.” In the “obscurity” section, number 23 was “Are You A Boy Or A Girl?” by the Barbarians.

It STILL improved the appearance.

Today is National Clean Off Your Desk day. Seriously. It is!

Yeah! But it’s sentient mold!