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I'd never realized that Billy was actually shitting his way through Bill Keane's coma-inducing, saccharine-drenched world. That makes me feel a lot better about the whole thing.


Your description of a kitten with the runs is perfection. I'm sorry your own situation called to mind her fiasco!

My wish for you: intestinal comfort, only slightly-downy thighs, and a child to shoot out from between them.


Hey, I'm rocking the tan sweater today, and I love it. Sorry you're hairy and have diarrhea, that doesn't sound fun at all. Buy the way, That line, "Wish in one hand..." well, that was a staple from my childhood. Gotta love my dad, huh?


Oh, I know I shouldn't laugh, but it's funny 'cause it's true. I would be snerking with hysterics right now if I hadn't been there myself. That thight rash ... ugh. It's the worst. It's the only thing that makes me glad winter is 17 months long here in Michigan ... I don't have to shave!


"Sorry you're hairy and have diarrhea." I am shaking with laughter, here at work. So go ahead and laugh with me, people! It's funny AND true!

Although, for the record, I should state that I don't ordinarily have diarrhea, and that it is an occurrence brought on entirely by my own dessert-related misbehavior. I know exactly what I'm doing, and I go ahead and do it anyway.

I think Family Circus does, in its own special way, leave a trail of feces behind it, wherever it goes. So meta.


Um, Jo, I thought we had a little talk about you needing to post more than once per diem, given my addiction. And yet I can't help but notice that you haven't posted at all in THREE DAYS. Get on it, girl!


(sigh) You know, you're absolutely right. I've been a naughty, naughty girl, and I will now submit to...the punishment.

You know what I'm talking about.

I'll do it tonight, okay? Gaw!

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