The Comic Strip That Has A Finale Every Day by John "Scully" Scully for May 15, 2015

Just the two of them. She knew that today is the day, she had been waiting for it.

He laid her on her back and leaned above her. She got goosebumps and sweaty palms.

“I’m scared.” she said quietly.

“You’ll be fine, I’ll be quick.” he replied.

Within a few minutes the tooth was out and she could get up from the dentists’ chair.

( Dec 16 )

Little early for Halloween, but here goes

A guy walks into a bar and orders a beer. “Ah, October! Almost time for Halloween. This season reminds me of how I met my wife.”

“How so?” asked the barkeep.

“I went to a costume party, and saw her across the room. Standing there all thin and tall and gorgeous next to her fat friend. They’d come to the party together dressed as the number ten,” he tells the bartender.

“So-o,” replied the barkeep.

“So, that’s when I realized, she was the one!”

( Dec 17 )

A guy sends a text to his next-door neighbor:

“Bob, I’m sorry. I’ve been riddled with guilt and I have to confess: I have been helping myself to your wife when you’re not around, probably more than you. I know it’s no excuse but I don’t get it at home. I can’t live with the guilt any longer. I hope you’ll accept my sincerest apology. It won’t happen again.”

Feeling outrage and betrayed, Bob grabs his gun, goes into the bedroom, and without a word, shoots his wife.

Moments later the guy gets a second text: “Oops!! Sorry about that! Really should use spell check! That should be ‘wifi’.”

( Dec 18 )

The Balancing Act

While stitching a cut on the hand of a 75 year old farmer, the doctor struck up a conversation with the old man.

Eventually the topic got around to Donald Trump and his role as the President.

The old farmer said, “Well, as I see it, Donald Trump is like a ‘Post Tortoise’."

Not being familiar with the term, the doctor asked him what a ‘post tortoise’ was.

The old farmer said, “When you’re driving down a country road and you come across a fence post with a tortoise balanced on top, that’s a post tortoise.”

The old farmer saw the puzzled look on the doctor’s face so he continued to explain. “You know he didn’t get up there by himself, he doesn’t belong up there, he doesn’t know what to do while he’s up there, he’s elevated beyond his ability to function, and you just wonder what kind of dumb a-ss put him up there to begin with!”

( Dec 20 )