Please give cow’s job back. And maybe a name. Dairy farmers often give their animals names, even if it is only a tag number. She can talk and think, she’s creative, she’s energetic, why wouldn’t she have a name ?
To Mr Jef Mallett: Frazz is one of the few things that make me smile everyday. Caulfield is brilliant (despite his teacher’s attempts otherwise) and I’ve already told you that Frazier is a cultural genius.
It’s only healthy to rattle people’s cages once in a while. Every angry response you get only goes to show how nationalism or patriotism is more a gut feeling than a rational thought exercise.
Keep Caulfield irreverent, keep Frazz grounded, keep drawing these gems.
Back in 1776, independence was hardly possible without a war. Up here, in Quebec, there is still a movement that wants to separate Quebec from the rest of Canada. I am a proud adherent to that movement. We want secession, independence, separation, whatever, but we want out. Difference is, we will do it peacefully and democratically. And we keep our poutine :-)
I’m sure Blade is in the Yellow pages. Or, grab the phone, pretend that Edward, the glittery ghoul from Twilight, wants to talk to him. Then garlic-bread the beast to an Italian-flavored pulp.
Try this “Pâté chinois”, shephard’s pie for you english folks: From bottom to top: ground beef with onions, cottage cheese, cream corn, cottage cheese, potatoes with rosemary and celery salt, mozzarella cheese. Fat, filling and fantastic.
This is the first time I’ve laughed out loud at a Get Fuzzy strip.