Free Range by Bill Whitehead for March 03, 2024

“Bent” out of shape from gorging on “Ding Dongs”.

Quaimodo, she’s not yur dame.

His favorite poem is The Bells by Poe.

So, Sunday is a “quasi” Hump Day? (“What hump?”, he asks, for it doesn’t ring a bell)

Quasimodo? That name rings a bell.

I stayed in a small hotel on a Croatian island that had once been a school, right next to a church. They forgot to tell me that the bell tower for the church was right outside my window and that it would ring at 6:00 a.m..

Me gotsa hunch who he be.

“What was that again?”

Hey, lady, be glad he’s only a quasi-modo, and not an actual-modo.

She knew (or should have known) this was part of the deal when she married him. And now she wants him to change?

He’s just going to turn a deaf ear.

I’m surprised she actually wanted to marry him… :P :P :P

I love this one, especially the elderly Esmeralda.

Does he wear bellbottoms to work?

Either she or he’s a ding-a-ling!

It’s too bad Quasi hasn’t aged well. He’s sorry for “ticking” you off.

She certainly doesn’t look like Maureen O’Hara either!

In some versions, Quasimodo had gone deaf from the bells.

He’s gonna dump her when he becomes FullModo.

And the headache.

Quasi modo from the introit of the Latin Mass for Low Sunday (the Sunday after Easter): “Quasi modo géniti infántes” (“as newborn babes”), from 1 Peter ii.2.

He got used to sleeping through the inconsiderate neighbor running his leaf blower at 5 AM, so he got something louder.

maybe he’s hard of hearing (of course, he would be by now wouldn’t he?)