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Judge Parker, 4/3/06

Panel one: who is this mystery hippie? At first I thought he was wearing some kind of flowing smock, but upon closer inspection it’s just a possibly untucked dress shirt that’s a particularly hideous shade of brown. Nevertheless, I’m not convinced that it isn’t the shade of Allen Ginsberg, cruelly condemned by a nonpoetic God to haunt Judge Parker for all eternity.

Curtis, 4/3/06

Panel 3: The poster. RAP: Nuns with guns. Two points:

• I look forward to the day when all mass media-themed posters are headed with a prominent indication of the genre in which the artist works.
• If there were an actual “Nuns With Guns” rap group, I would so listen to it.

Panel one: Mrs. Dr. Troy. What is it with these doctors? It’s like, “Look at my wife’s enormous chest! I’m totally not gay! [Nervous laughter.]”

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I’m back, everybody! Our week in Hawaii was a bit soggy at times, but I shan’t complain further about it. At least we weren’t on Oahu, with the open rivers of sewage and the hey hey.

But now I’m back and at your Curmudgeoning disposal. And hey, did I miss you guys?