I read the comics in the newspaper almost every day. Most of the time, I wonder why. As a rule, I am able to read them during my morning commute in a crowded train car without any fear of disturbing the sleepy passenger next to me with a sudden irrepressible guffaw. So I am happy to report that I have laughed at comic strips not once but twice in the past week! I want to share these, because I figure they probably say more about me than they do about the quality of the strips themselves. The first is from “The Duplex.” The second is from “Lucky Cow.”
I know. He's sharing a beer with his dog and they're having a conversation. Suspend your disbelief, OK?