Cleats by Bill Hinds for June 20, 2021
Transcript:
Abby: Goodbye, Surfside City. Peri: Goodbye, beach. Girl: Can we play in this tournament every year, coach? Tippit: Let's take that year by year, why don't we? Edith: Yeah, a tsunami might flatten this giant roaster oven by next year. Hey, I'm not saying that would be a good thing. Or bad.
Some people need something to complain(b—ch) about, or theyre not happy. Misery loves company!