Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for May 22, 2018

Wait ’till he gets to the holly hedge!

You go, Gordy! Way to bust a hedge!

And with good reason!

Hoo, dawgies! That boy can go through a hedge faster than a Sherman tank fitted with one of them new-fangled hedge plows.

Sigh, I’m getting mighty tired of calling the Sheriff.

That bust through my hedge and I’ll bust some heinies!

Might I suggest a visit to Hedge Busters Anonymous?

How the holy heck do these Hedge Buster Boys have so much chutzpah?

Who are you going to call?

Then came the day when he encountered the hedge that had grown over the iron fence.

Training to become a mailman.

RIGHT THROUGH MY LIVING-ROOM!

WHOS GOING TO CLEAN THIS MESS UP!

What a Hedge Fund Manager does in his spare time….

Ya don’t give Gordy an da boys no lip or dey bust ya in da hedge…

… And for dessert, shrubbery shortcake. :>)

Oh the Knights who use to say Ni are not going to be happy with wanton trashing of the shrubbery. Beware the ekki ekki ekki pitang zoom boing!!

Gordy’s known as a bit of a hedge hog, though.