Bloom County by Berkeley Breathed for June 03, 2020

I know we all eventually become our parents, but he’s starting pretty young, isn’t he?

So Mr. Binkley got busy with a divorced tart? ’Bout time.

Jimmy Buffet has a cool song “We Are The People Our Parents Warned Us About”……….. It came out about the same time this strip was first published on his “One Particular Harbor” album back in the ’80s….. I do not think the mayor of Margaritaville was predicting this kind of role reversal though…….

I remember many years ago when I went on my first date. My dad was cool about it, he advised me to always carry some “protection”, and wished me luck.

But I think he was talking about an adhesive bandage and some peroxide.

“What is that smell? You smell like an old tuna can!” or….. “What is that smell? Irish Spring? Have you had a shower?”

It has been a while for Mr Binkley. For some reason, I feel happy for him.

Doonesbury, 20-odd years ago: “Yeah, I had to quit smoking pot. Grandkids were all over my case.”

I’m reminded of an old joke in which a woman made her visiting parents sleep in separate beds. “But we’ve been married for forty years!” “Yes, but while you’re under my roof you need to live by my rules.”

I remember in my late teens having breakfast with my mom when she asked what time I got in last night? My reply was “About 10 min. ago.” She said “What were you doing all that time!?” I smiled and said “How much of the truth do you want?” That was the end of her questioning about my dates.

Lay it on baby, lay it on! Indeed!

The Devil is in the details. . . .

Turnabout is fair play.

Pa Binkley! Stop being such a wuss and give that brat a slap on the tuckus!

And go homework for tomorrow!