In Security by Bea R. for February 20, 2024

Aw, Sam almost made it out the door and over to the rented wood chipper.

“What do you think Clo-Chi?” “Dniknam lla fo mood eht dna ssenkrad gnivil ma I!” “Oh you!”

I gotta ask: Does the name Clo-Chi mean anything outside of this comic strip?

Her’s what ya do Sam. Wrap it up like a gift, put in the back seat of the car, and park downtown. Someone will steal it.