Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for June 10, 2017

Y’know, at first glance, I would have read it differently. I would have thought Ted was announcing to the neighbors that he was turning over a new leaf, to Ted 2.0, as it were.

Now what could Ted have done at this early hour to lower his score? Checked shirt, hair combed. I suggest he give his neighbor a One, if you know what I mean.

Oh good grief, is Gilbert hauling that wagon around the neighborhood again?

He thinks he is better than everyone, sniff.

He gave us a 1.4. Imagine! I called the Sherif.

Harsh, but fair.

Since “Ted”, Toshko Svetoslav, is originally from Bulgaria, everybody on the street automatically throws his low scores out. He is used to it since he used to judge Olympic events the same way.

And Dennisinseattle has the right idea. Enough “one” scores, Ted will lose interest and go down to the Tiki for his daily rakia. He is much more generous with his scoring after a few servings.

Who judges the judge?

Ted wonders why some folks think he is the one with the wagon…

Gilbert admitted that he took 2 points off Ted’s score, because Ted wasn’t wearing Calloway’s Convenient Cardboard Creasers in his pants. Gilbert seems to have forgotten that he failed to insert them in his pantlegs !

Gilbert’s jealous of Ted’s hair.

Grade not lest thou be graded.

Dangit… NO JUDJin’ on teh Weak Endz..!!!!

Gilbert just wants to encourage everyone to be at their best.

Here it is a sunny Sunday morning on Ballard Street, and the birds are twittering, the bees are buzzing, and Gilbert has returned the wagon to the Hemelshots (minus the score cards of course)