It’s a madhouse! A madhouse!
Posted by The Author on May 20, 2009
Hi and Lois, 5/20/09
Yes, the “cleansing” experience, the “experience” in which Chip “cleanses” most “intimately”. (shudder) Well, you tell me! He’s a teenage boy, after all. My mind automatically shoots straight into the gutter at any mention of cleansing.
Here is another case of Things That Don’t Look Like That Anymore. Alarm clocks. Sure, my own clock is analog instead of the facy-pants glow-in-the-dark digital doo-dads they have these days, but it’s not so old that it still has the two bells on top that are manually hit with a hammer. Those things are freakin’ loud, aren’t they? TICKATICKATICKATICKA… et cetera. In conclusion, whoever drew this comic is about ninety years old.
Finally: either the Flagstons have a shower right off their kitchen, or that bathroom is wider than a three-car garage. Seriously, Lois! What are you doing waltzing right into the bathroom when your son is cleansing himself?! For shame.