Jimmy Johnson has some interesting thoughts on his blog this morning.
Come on, I’m old, and even I know you don’t need wi-fi to post photos. Unless she has the world’s worst cell phone data plan.
For that matter, how does she not already know her boyfriend’s wi-fi password?
Only referring to Frazz’s Panel Two comment here: Isn’t asking somebody just as valid as looking something up?
Of course, looking it up has the advantage that you can usually just get the answer without your source criticizing your methods.
This storyline puzzles me: do the Forths live in a universe where insurance companies doesn’t exist? I’m not sure I’d give ours a 5-star Yelp review (do they actually have Yelp reviews for insurance companies?), but in the end we did get taken care of.
Isn’t this just common practice? Or do I just think it is after 60 years of menorahs?
Mike Peters, being 75 himself, presumably knows that a 60-year-old Barbie isn’t likely — by virtue of her age alone — to be in an assisted living facility.
Since a neckline that covers only the mouth is a fairly poor excuse for a disguise, especially when this is somebody you supposedly know well and is talking to you, I’m reading this as a break-the-fourth-wall reference to the fact that other than Caulfield, the children at Bryon Elementary are literally interchangeable and even Frazz can’t tell them apart.
Are the people in the car just mocking the gas station attendant because he has to stand out there in the rain? Seems like kind of a mean-spirited illustration if they are.
Is the magazine’s cover date somehow relevant?