Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for February 22, 2012

Especially with the scales.

And his mind is turning a little cold blooded.

He’s gotta quit buying neck salve from that snake oil salesman at the fair.

Hmmm…reptilian neck on him or Shar-pei face on her? Francis considers this hard: "Do I really want to take the bait and get into this at 2 AM???

She could make a scale model…

Poor Francis. He was in a quandry. The edict from High Command was quite clear. No one — absolutely no one — must learn of the insidious invasion of the Lizardnecks from Ganymede 12. So yes, Edna must die. But Francis really had been enjoying his dream of the buxom barmaid at the Three Moons Tavern. Maybe it’d be okay if he went back to sleep and left the odious chore until morning. No. No. What if he overslept and she rose at her usual time and went for her morning walk around the neighboehool? He’d best get on up and take care of the matter. Yes. Edna must die before she could repeat her comment to any of the neighbors, especially that gossippy preacher next door. He’d best get up and get on with it.

Well, the Lizardnecks do have a little trouble with the English language you know.

“Well dear, from here your neck looks positively churchillian”.

Good observation.

i won’t even attempt to imagine how your mind must work but thankyou.

Just what every man wants to hear from his wife at bedtime.

Cleo at a concert! Don’t miss it! – In the audience, but still…

https://cleoandcompany.net/february-22-2022/

Good morning Balladeers, (((((Plods))))) and Miss Susan.

From here, you sound waspish.