Off the Mark by Mark Parisi for May 06, 2024

I think the dog chewed up his slippers.

I can vaguely remember the smell of new tennis balls.

After Pringles stopped making two of my favorite flavors, I’ve stopped buying them and have never gone back.

The dog has brought you a whole can of tennis balls … the greatest treasure he possesses!

Doggie wanna plays fetch.

Pringles: the result of an accident when a boxcar full of potatoes wound up at the tennis ball factory.

I’ve never taken to Pringles. It’s something to do with the texture.

Let the chips fall where they may!

ROFL

The dog can fit nine balls in his mouth, but tennis his goal.

At least the dog knows when to stop.

Must’ve trained him not to beg for food.