Get Fuzzy by Darby Conley for January 15, 2014

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Bucky: Robert, with my new invention, I can offer you a way out of all the filth and squalor in which you now live. Rob: I forgot to wash some shirts, how does that equate to living squalor? Bucky: No offense, but if you wrote a story about your life and sent it to Frank McCourt, he would reject it as being unrealistically squalid. For example, I know for a fact that somewhere in this house is a shoebox full of dead rats... Rob: Dude, that's your box!