Luann by Greg Evans and Karen Evans for December 20, 1987

Transcript:

Delta: Look, Luann! There's a santa! Let's go talk to him! Luann: oooooo...this is so embarrasing!! I don't know what to say! Santa: next? Delta: Just tell him what you want for Christmas! Go on, Luann!! Santa: ho ho! And what can Santa bring you, young lady? Luann: Uh..well...I'd like a phone in my room... Luann: If I had my own phone, I could call my friends any time and talk forever! Santa: Well, that sounds- Luann: Like, sometimes I really need to talk to Bernice-she's my best friend-so I call her and we talk for 30 or 40 minutes and then my dad starts yellin at me to hang up! Santa: Ok! Well- Luann: I mean, it's like he's always expecting some urgent call and the world will end if I'm on the phone! Then my stupid brother-and by the way, don't bring him anything-he starts buggin me cuz he's waiting for some girl to call! Luann: Ha!! Isn't that a laugh? What girl would want to call my blob o rama brother?! He's such a lazy, creepy moron! You know what he said to me last week? he came right into my room and- Luann: Oh, wait, first I'd better tell you about this boy I like named Aaron Hill..... Delta: Luann!!