Frazz by Jef Mallett for May 01, 2012

He has been doing this for years. It’s just that he has not spread these out as much as in the past.

Pancreatic burnout…just like any other long-abused body system.

Another PSA disguised as a comic strip (yawn).

Good response Frazz. I wish someone would have spoken to me when I was you about junk food. I’m sure I will meet my maker after suffering pancreatic cancer no matter how careful I am now (50 years later).

What school system calls them “hours”? I thought they were called “periods”.

What kind of school calls them periods? They are hours. At least in Michigan, where Mallett and I both are.

You have surpassed “PBS” (Pearls Before Swine) as our favorite comic! You’ve always been in the top couple, but now you have proved beyond any doubt that you are THE BEST!THANK YOU and KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK!!

Only if you already normal, and they are always changing theory anyway. I have type one diabetes, and a cousin of mine requires a gluten-free diet.

I agree, They were always periods in both New York and North Carolina. Some strips call them “bells.”

Of course, we had no such distinctions in elementary school. One teacher all day, and we sure as hell weren’t given scalpels!

People who don’t like an artist exercising his Godly rights to tell you what’s good for kids on an itsy-bitsy strip when your entire COUNTRY has been hollowed out by junk you are forced to eat and THEN begged, pleaded, and distracted with to EAT MORE…can go to the traitor’s level in Dante’s Inferno.

Do you realize that in thirty years you’ve gorged yourselves to the place that even our mercenary military can[t find enough fit Americans to run a fire brigade? that your kids are conking at forty and fifty?

And all because our food corporations produce 50,000 calories per day for each and every American and the competition to get your money before you dig your graves with your forks is so intense?…and YOU want to complain?

Look, you’ve been SOLD OUT so many ways and times, and you rag on a guy who just reminds you of eggregious examples…bloat, you suckers, bloat.

I mean, bleat, you suckers, bleat.

I lived in Ann Arbor in the late 50’s to ’60 or ’61, and was in elementary (Burns Park) and junior high (Tappan) there. My sister was in high school there at that time. I do not remember hearing the term “hours” used for a class period, ever. I moved back to Indiana in time to go to high school, be that for good or ill.