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I've looked through the whole pile now, buddy.. And none of them not one.. Has anything even remotely sounding like a hamburger bush. You done with my seed catalogs, Raymond? Yeah, I was just checking something, Charley. Louie heard a crazy rumor.
StanfordWebbie over 7 years ago
Well of course not, Raymond. You should have been looking in the TREE catalog. It’s Hamburger Trees, not hamburger bush ! ! ! !
troymagill over 7 years ago
In Frederik Pohl’s novella, “The Gold at the Starbow’s End”, I vaguely recall that the crew of the starship USS Constitution (heading to Alpha Centauri) developed a bush that produced french fries and precooked, seasoned chicken legs that grew in the ship’s garden.
whiteheron over 7 years ago
Try the spagetti squash.
GROG Premium Member over 7 years ago
I won’t stop until I find me a bacon plantation.
Good morning, Crew!
car2ner over 7 years ago
good morning, I still smile when I remember a lad at the farmer’s market who tossed a bruised apple to my dog, thinking he would play ball with it. My dog thoroughly enjoyed eating it instead, much to the young man’s surprise.
WaitingMan over 7 years ago
A couple of years ago, I stopped reading this strip because the infestation of talking animals became too much to take anymore. Thought I’d check back today to see if anything was different. Maybe I’ll check back in another couple of years, but probably not.
Fantom Premium Member over 7 years ago
I seem to remember something about meatball trees.
Saucy1121 Premium Member over 7 years ago
Maybe you’re thinking about Beefsteak Tomatoes?
Dry and Dusty Premium Member over 7 years ago
WAITING MAN, BYE! You will be missed! NOT IN THE LEAST!
Good evening Crew! And all the infestation of talking animals aboard the Revenge! :-D And how dare he insult my Girl Ellie!
rgcviper over 7 years ago
Better safe than sorry, I suppose. Sorry, though, Louie.
Good Evening, Crew.
Leeroy over 7 years ago
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,There’s a land that’s fair and bright,Where the handouts grow on bushesAnd you sleep out every night.
Where the boxcars all are emptyAnd the sun shines every dayOn the birds and the beesAnd the cigarette treesThe lemonade springsWhere the bluebird singsIn the Big Rock Candy Mountains.