Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for July 04, 1982

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Mike: Hey, Sal wanna take a walk? Sal: No way, scuz-head! Mike: Maybe some other time. Sal: Yeah, maybe in the next millenium! Mike: So how's everything been going, Sal? Sal: Rotten, man. Everything stinks. The best new wave guitar player of mmy generation, and I'm still stuck out on this stinkin' farm! I'm getting out of here, though. As soon as I save up enough egg money, I'm splitting for L.A. to get a big record deal. I'm going to show all of you! You'll see, man. This time next year, Sal Putred will be a household name, and I'll be dating Raquel Welch, and I'll come back here a big star and spit on all the creeps who put me down when I was nobody. Mike: Whew...you're carrying around a lot of anger, aren't you, little brother? Sal: Hey, what are you, my shrink? Mike: Sorry...that was out of line... Sal: You said it! Mike: So will you be introducing Miss Welch to mom? Sal: Maybe, but not until after I show her off down at the Pizza Hut.