Get Fuzzy by Darby Conley for March 15, 2014
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Satchel: Why are you so crazed about me getting nauseous anyway? Bucky: Because I don't want you disturbing the delicate network of residual odors that I have painstakingly created around the house. Each substance has its own specific liberation point... Cat food? The counter. Tuna? The carpet. Rubber bands? In Rob's shoes. Satchel: I don't care if I get sick Bucky, I can laugh at myself, why can't... ...um... Ohh... Ok, don't worry about me hurling... I'm rumbly in the basement, if you know what I mean. Bucky: Now that's what I call self-defecating humor.
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