Love poems.

A good surgeon.

Mom's 91st Birthday!

I must be cynical and jaded and shit. A string of paper clips does absolutely nothing for me.

Not even with those little rectangular colored plastic thingies on the middles of the clips to catch the light? You'd be the envy of the schoolyard.

I think Mudpuppie and I must have been separated at birth.

GOML, I'm coming to that conclusion myself.

Sorry Hugh, no, not even the funky-shaped colored paper clips would do it for me.

A big ol' ball of masking tape, though -- softball-sized -- now that would be happiness. Because, you know, you could throw it at the back of Amy Yates' head and it would stick in her hair and she'd flail about and try to reach it but it would be all tangled and she'd run crying to the teacher. That would be happiness. Because she's a stupid meanie head.

Know what else you can do with masking tape? Sit in a completely darkened room and peel it from the roll, fast. You get triboluminescence (flashes of light caused by friction).

Miko, I get those flashes by rubbing the cat in the dark, too.

(No, that is not a euphemism.)



(Or is it?)

A big ol' ball of masking tape ... you know, you could throw it at the back of Amy Yates' head and it would stick in her hair...

Wrong comic. That would be Calvin and Hobbes. This is Peanuts circa 1962. People went nuts for paper clip chains back then. They were like kiddy crack.
;-)

And if you really want to have fun with somebody's hair, make that ball out of duct-tape.
;-)

Well, you could be like that internet guy, and trade your paper-clip necklace for what-have-you? until you get a house.


I believe Schultz meant it as "accomplishment", but I could be wrong.

Using masking tape in the dark.