Cleats by Bill Hinds for October 28, 2024
Transcript:
Gary: These frozen turkeys are like big, heavy footballs. I'm going up the middle and meet you guys at the at the checkout counter. Jack: I'll block for you, Dad. Gary: On hut 3 - hut 1, hut 2. Gary: Hut 3! Bertha: Boys! Deanna: Don't run, Gary! Bertha: Back so soon? Deanna: Where's the turkey? Gary: Turnover. Deanna: Turnover? You fumbled and somebody recovered it? Jack: Dad was cutting through the bakery and he crashed into a display of turnovers. Gary: The turkey slid under a bin of ciabatta bread. Deanna: You two go sit on the bench until we're ready to leave.
catsrule411 about 1 month ago
And they didn’t tell anyone to retrieve it? I hope the ladies will.
Ellis97 about 1 month ago
You see, Gary? That’s why we don’t play with our food.
DKHenderson about 1 month ago
This is why a lot of wives prefer to shop alone. I always loved the “Baby Blues” Sunday strip where Wanda signed Wren into the BabyZone, Zoe and Hammie into the KidZone, and Darryl…into the DadZone (Giant screens of sports, with waitresses.) Then she happily went off to shop in peace.