Overboard by Chip Dunham for August 01, 2019

To quote the immortal Snoopy: “Bleah…”

Do you remember reading about a unique creepy auction that failed to sell the item offered? Someone tried to sell a pair of Elvis Presley’s soiled white briefs. The underwear was unwashed, with urine and fecal matter soiling it. The owner had hoped to clean up in the thousands. But thank goodness people did not shell out money for this framed piece of Presley memorabilia. Sorry, I know that this is a piece of disgusting trivia but that is what came to mind when I read this strip.

Clothing articles from rock stars & sports figures go on the block regularly, especially if they have sweat stains on them!!

Does anyone else wish it were a sock, and not underwear?

Considering what my dogs eat, soiled underwear is a minor problem.

Let’s face it. This is what happens when pets wear pants.

NO Shit? Really???

I came home one day to discover the 2 cats had emptied the dirty laundry basket. They rolled around on it and were sleeping on the scattered clothes. One of those cats also liked to stick his head in my workboots when i took them off. The cat i have now will rub himself all over my shoes when i return from wherever it is i go.

Mom was born in Virginia and an old saying there was….there’s no accountin’ for taste said the old woman when she kissed the cow.

can’t be Nate’s – not big enough

Actually, Chip, you are sort of wrong. I have a cat who regularly drags hubby’s dirty underwear out of the hamper and across the floor…. but not to chew on. Instead, they become his “toy”. Yes, the cat is neutered.

I must admit, Scratch is growing on me.

Love that last panel! I can’t say that I blame you Scratch! :-D

Good morning Crew!

With cats it tends to be shoes. All my cats like rolling around on my shoes after I took them off.

My cat K.C. (Kitty-Cat) used to grab underwear out of the laundry basket all of the time to sleep with. Unfortunately, he usually brought them out in the open when I had “company”.

Given how often one of my cats knocks over the laundry bin to sleep in it, or sleeps in my pants (or sleep shorts, during the day), or stuffs her head deep into my slippers… yeah, I can totally see her pulling my underwear out to sleep in it.

Scratch, you don’t know what you are missing. Good evening Crew.

And yet Thors leather cod piece….

Yeah, but you’ll bury your head in my smelliest shoe and go to sleep.

Well—the taste of this … article of clothing … must be, um, memorable for Louie. I’d use my imagination, but (like Scratch) would really rather not. A creative idea, though.

’Evening, Crew.