Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for February 17, 2008
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Transcript:
Zonker: Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow... even it's only a short-term solution. Sam: What're you looking at, Zonk? You've been staring out the window forever. Zonker: I'm waiting for your dad's car to get buried by the snow, Sam. Sam: Why would you want Daddy's car to get buried? Zonker: Well, it's a little banged-up... I might have borrowed it and spun out. Totally not my fault. But that's what's great about a snowstorm - it covers up all manner of unhappiness. Driven snow, being pure, restores innocence - it provides a clean slate. Sam: You and your carrot nose SO dead, Frosty! Zonker: One day at a time, Sam. One day at a time.
