Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for October 03, 2024

A plastic paradise, but paradise, nevertheless.

If Norman was from Pennsylvania, he would know that the best way to get from Blue Ball to Paradise is through Intercourse.

He’s often too far from his meds tho….

… until one of those coconuts smashes his nice little hut.

They potted paradise and gave it to Norman Lots.

But can he see it by the dashboard lights?

You know what kind of pet bird Norman keeps, right?

It’s nice to have your own little paradise that you can take with you.

Is that something that disabled gamblers use?

No craps without his Paradise.

Good morning Balladeers!

But can he see it from the dashboard light?

I think Norman may be my guru…

Norm! May the Palm of Paradise fly up your nose… ☺

If only it were a shoe box diorama said Petey Otterloop.

Norman’s got fronds in high places.

Not a bad idea actually, I like it.

And now, #6392 in the Unnecessary Sequels division:

“Honey, I Shrunk the Timeshare!”

Norm decides to upgrade his original housewarming gift for the residents in his new tropical fish tank.

Let’s watch…

You can almost see the little guy sitting under the palm tree, waiting for a rescue ship.

“ Do you mind carrying that around?”

“ No, not atoll.”

norm had the dirt shipped in from down by the green river in muhlenberg county…

‘No man is an island,’ but ‘Some men have an island.’

But does he have two tickets to paraidse?

I’d say he was a cheeseburger short…