Get Fuzzy by Darby Conley for March 13, 2016

You were on a roll, you primitive skin bag.

Like the cat said Satchel, that’s not yo chip, wait…

I knew a Faith who had none; a Joy who wasn’t, and a Grace who couldn’t dance; hey how come men get called Russell (close to what gets done to cattle) and women get all the nice names?

I mean Dirk? That’s a weapon (no offense Mr. Nowitzki).

Time to move on Satchel :-)

Is it just me, or have Conley’s sympathies moved more in Bucky’s favor lately? (Not counting the daily reruns, of course.)

I wish I could have conversations like that.

I had to blow up the comic to see why there was a framed exclamation mark in the last panel — just a light switch.

I’ve been meaning to ask—what happened to Satchel’s watch?

No Bucky, you have to suffer if you want to sing the blues. Satchel is singing them right now.

Maybe you were named after Satchel Paige, Satch. He always felt dogged by something. “Don’t look back, something may be gaining on you.” He was a Hall-of-Famer!

Well, this explains a lot.