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Starting the day off right — with your comment o’ the week:

“Leroy’s plan to dramatically self immolate by pouring a bowlful high proof alcohol over a lit barbecue, thereby ending himself in a way calculated to cause maximum inconvenience for Loretta, has been foiled. It’s not a happy relationship by any stretch, but at least they thwart each other’s more self destructive tendancies, even if it is only out of spite.” –BananaSam

And your runners up are very funny as well!

“You know, Dithers could have just emailed Dagwood the documentation instead of wasting money printing it and wasting time driving to his home. But I guess what drives his bad boss routine is not so much economic motivation but the thrill of domination.” –Ettorre

“Has Hi’s hair always had that fixed position, with his ‘front’ curls on the side even when he’s looking straight at us? I can only imagine that his head is rotating wildly while he’s reciting his ‘jokes,’ and it is this that Thirsty is so upset by.” –Laurence J Sinclair

“Who the hell says ‘piping hot fries’ outside of a radio commercial? Will this guy then suggest a ‘succulent hot apple pie’ to top things off? Perhaps ‘crisp and tasty’ chips from the vending machine for a late afternoon snack? Has Ed ever seen this guy before? He’s Satan, isn’t he?” –A Grave Mind

“OK, I get the joke after thinking about it. But it looks like the joke is that Heathcliff is a sick perverted voyeur who hangs around outside doctors’ offices to watch people get thermometers inserted into them. He’s a sick freak and I hope the Garbage Ape cancels him.” –Schroduck

“There’s also a standing joke about baristas humorously slaughtering customers’ names on the cups. So, Jamaal risked about a 50% chance of yelling out, ‘Have a nice day, Lurpy!’” –MKay

“This an oral thermometer. I am a veterinarian, as indicated by the abbreviated sign outside. You are the owner of an orange cat. That is an orange cat names Heathcliff. Look, ma’am, I’ll do this all day at $120 an hour, but I really don’t think your cat has reached the Symbolic function substage of Piaget’s theory of cognitive development, no matter what his fascination with flags might indicate.” –Voshkod

“Look at Chris’s expression again. It’s not the smug satisfaction that most characters get from malapropisms, or the honest confusion when Crankshaft thinks he’s using a real word. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and it disgusts her. Still, tortured wordplay is the only way she can connect with her father. I don’t know if she’s doing it for the inheritance or because she craves his acceptance, but she knows she has to go through with it.” –Nevin on Patreon

“I love how this strip doesn’t spare a single detail in this incredibly exciting tale. I mean, how exactly is Truck going to communicate with his son through that solid wood door? A buzzer? A text message? Ah, knocking: the tried and tested method. I feel like I’m really starting to get to know Truck as a character.” –pugfuggly

“There’s always something distressing about Marvin, but today I’m choosing to focus on this weird green surface that appears to be 7’x7′ and 4.5′ high and seems to exist solely to rest their child on, like some kind of reverse playpen that encourages falls.” –Conky, on BlueSky

“This is clearly a drug deal, right? Why else would a Chicken Lady with a basket full of unpurchased groceries be hunched over and handing the baggie of ‘prunes’ to a Dogbear Lady whose groceries are already bagged and paid for? ‘I think Trader Joe’s are great’ can only be a code phrase.” –Guts Dozier

“Dear, I have some bad news. Are you sitting down? I moved the landline to lowest bench in the house.” –Stop Motion Cyclops

“Truck’s only inheritance will be a small stake in a legal settlement from the AI companies that will steal his and other musicians copyrighted material, and most of that will go to paying off back rent at the hotel he is living and will die in.” –Philip

“Memo to ‘This End Up’ guy: STOP. VALIDATING. DAGWOOD. BUMSTEAD.” –matt w

“The more I look at Mr. Oversized Load, the more I worry about him. This isn’t a special occasion for him, he’s like that every day, just frozen, grinning and blank-eyed. Does Mr. Dithers pay him to guard the copier against illicit hoagie xeroxing? It doesn’t seem like much of a life, to be honest.” –I’m Not Cthulhu, But I Play Him On TV

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