How come Dana gets pills but Todd don’t get no cocaine?!?
This is the joke I used in my show last night: “Gary Coleman was famous for being on Diff’rent Strokes and it was, it was a different stroke that killed him.”
I apologized immediately for the unfortunate groaner…
Stephen — Well, maybe Willis has a bowl of cocaine there.
I like the jaded look on Willis’ face, sort of like: “What am I talking about, Arnold? What indeed. You too will find out, but none of us shall rejoice.”
I’d like to reiterate that it was this strip, read during my political philosophy class, that got me to stop reading your strip in class, for a while. I think I nearly choked myself trying (unsuccessfully) to hide my laughter. RIP Mr. Coleman.
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Goodnight, sweet prince.
baaaaaaaaaadd baaaaaaaadd…giving Dana pills.
The pills on the daughters plate are a nice touch…although I guess since she committed suicide that way I should have phrased that a bit better.
Poor Mrs. Garrett.
How come Dana gets pills but Todd don’t get no cocaine?!?
This is the joke I used in my show last night: “Gary Coleman was famous for being on Diff’rent Strokes and it was, it was a different stroke that killed him.”
I apologized immediately for the unfortunate groaner…
Actually, it was a bleeding brain from hitting his head. Probably broke his halo too…
Whatchu talkin’ ’bout, Jesus?
Stephen — Well, maybe Willis has a bowl of cocaine there.
I like the jaded look on Willis’ face, sort of like: “What am I talking about, Arnold? What indeed. You too will find out, but none of us shall rejoice.”
RIP Gary Coleman. If the rest of the state had voted for you instead of Arnold, we wouldn’t have had all these problems over the years.
I’d like to reiterate that it was this strip, read during my political philosophy class, that got me to stop reading your strip in class, for a while. I think I nearly choked myself trying (unsuccessfully) to hide my laughter. RIP Mr. Coleman.