I woke early one morning, the earth Lay cool and still. When suddenly a tiny bird Perched upon my window sill. He sang a song so lovely, so carefree and so gay, That slowly all my troubles began to slip away. He sang of far off places, of laughter ,and of fun. It seemed his very chirping brought up the Morning sun. I stirred beneath the covers, crept slowly out of bed, And gently shut the window. And crushed his little head. I am not a “morning” person
margueritem about 11 years ago
Your fate is to be squashed, Stupid.
stlmaddog5 about 11 years ago
Looks like Stupid has my family’s luck. Poor little birdie.
Arianne about 11 years ago
Man, it’s just like Rosanne Roseannadanna said; “It just goes to show you, it’s always something — if it ain’t one thing, it’s another.”
cdward about 11 years ago
If it weren’t for bad luck I’d have no luck at all…
Coyoty Premium Member about 11 years ago
What a pane.
listmom about 11 years ago
I LOL’d. I swear I could hear that window coming down. Great facial expression (errr…what’s left of his face.)
swami mommy about 11 years ago
Looks like he’s wearing a tie!
ceren Premium Member about 11 years ago
Yes!!! It’s Stupid week. I love him
Redhead55 about 11 years ago
At this rate maybe Stupid should fly south a little early this year. Poor Stupid.
Dry and Dusty Premium Member about 11 years ago
I hope Stupid stays north for this winter. I will miss him!
Plods with ...™ about 11 years ago
Diamond Lil meets the Born Loser
Dry and Dusty Premium Member about 11 years ago
I am a day behind on my toon queue, just read yesterday’s Lil. OMG! The 2 of these strips are priceless!
Alan Steenhouwer about 11 years ago
Now we’ve gotten to the point where the bird is no longer a complete idiot, but he’s still getting squashed. Would give the bird a break?
Flatlander, purveyor of fine covfefe about 11 years ago
I woke early one morning, the earth Lay cool and still. When suddenly a tiny bird Perched upon my window sill. He sang a song so lovely, so carefree and so gay, That slowly all my troubles began to slip away. He sang of far off places, of laughter ,and of fun. It seemed his very chirping brought up the Morning sun. I stirred beneath the covers, crept slowly out of bed, And gently shut the window. And crushed his little head. I am not a “morning” person
Are2Dee2 6 months ago
Some days are better staying in bed (or a next in Stupid’s case).