Dark Side of the Horse by Samson for September 08, 2024

A rock-a-bye festival?

In college, one of my favorite math classes was Number Theory, the study of integers. Not pointless at all.

Horsie spend all Sunday sleeping eh.

You’ve apparently got a severe case of stephanpastitis.

the Lollapasnooza merch tent sells blankys…

Wake up, Horace……you’re having night- mares…..

C1 – Those were the days my friend, We thought they’d never end, We’d sing and dance forever and a day, We’d live the life we choose, We’d fight and never lose, For we were young and sure to have our way.

C2 – but remember this, Horace… Integers are good for counting sheep… now get back to work…!

C3 – Horace is so sleepy he didn’t notice the cup is half full.!

C4 – then, in the next panel, an apple drops on Horace’s head, and his dream comes true…!

Horace, the Henny Youngman of the corral. (A reference for anyone even older than me. “Take my mare, please”)

I would have given the coffee a bent straw for a cane. Well, if I thought of the gag at all.

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine…

“Lolla-naps-snooza” ?

I wonder – is the radioactive symbol on Horace’s cup a nod to Doc Toon’s nuclear coffee?

Dream on, Horace.