Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for November 29, 2023

bullocks – he just stepped on a LEGO.

If he sounds like a wild animal, he’d better watch out for hunters.

The jungle has Tarzan of the apes, Ballard St. has Gene of the gerbils.

A belch…reverberating from the hills, streams ran backward and birds fell from the sky. Thus the pizza he ate was duly proclaimed.

This is how he keeps the neighbors on their toes.

Wait until he learns how Scooter does that. – Eww.

And here I thought he was letting go of all his frustrations.

Territorial Warnings are one thing, but Mrs. Anderson next door absolutely hates it when he marks her petunias.

i used to do an incredible Tarzan yell myself

All I hear around here is the primal roar of the neighbor’s leaf blower. Gene’s roar would be less annoying, maybe.

I suppose that is better than peeing along the fence row.

Primal Scr… [Cough! Cough! Cough!]

Must be 12 noon again, Enid.

It’s likely poor Gene didn’t win the ugly X-Mas sweater contest (again).

And then.. sheepishly climbs over the fence and retrieves his false teeth.

“GET OFF MY LAWN!”

Good morning Balladeers!

He is actually imitating Carol Burnett’s Tarzan’s yell!

Sounds like a leaf blower to me. :)

I’m guessing he often yells “get off my lawn!!”

….and then pees on the fence to mark his territory.

I guess he didn’t have his leaf blower with him.

Does it sound like this?

youtube dot com/watch?v=MwHWbsvgQUE

In the burbs, the mighty burbs

The Gene roars tonight

Gene’s areal piece o’ work.

territoriality is in gene’s genes…

Gene, Gene, The Territorial Warning Machine!

Gene flunked swimming in the gene pool. That’s why he utters only primal screams.