I was in my front yard one night looking at the stars with my binoculars. I didn’t realize I was standing on a fire ant bed. They had crawled up my legs, across my genitals up to my belt line. I didn’t feel them until they bit. I gues they wait until everyone is in position, then all bite at once. I rapidly pulled off my pant and danced around in my underwear and eventually shed my shorts right there in my own front yard. I was screaming which attracted all the neighbors. I must have looked like a crazy man. Eventually I rid myself of them but to be sure I sprayed some insect repellant on my lower half and started dancing and screaming again. Insect repellant was never meant to be sprayed on such sensitive areas. Since then I try to become more aware of my surroundings.
Reminds me of a Superman comic from the sixties. Red kryptonite created twin supermen, one in a red uniform and one in a blue uniform. They worked together to make a new Krypton and returned all surviving Kryptonians to their home planet.
Why must everything be looked on as political. Why can a strip just be funny and not be construed as either right or left.If you must make political comments limit it to “Mallard Filmore” or “Doonesbury”.
I was gonna say something about whippits but the whole world beat me to it. Gotta get up earlier.