Over the Hedge by T Lewis and Michael Fry for June 11, 2018

Don’t ask, Verne.

Do NOT ask.

My friend was a Heathen. One of the few times I liked listening to someone preach religious doctrine.

Ex. 1: R.J. says the wrong word and Jupiter puts a lightning bolt up his @$$.

The only Roman god RJ will be interested in is Bacchus- The god of wine, parties/festivals, madness, and merriment!

Oh yes, the Roman gods. That bunch of neurotic morons. Or in other words: The Kardashians of their time.

As Richard Hammond one said: “Oh, how I dread hearing those words…”

Why you Americans continue to get this wrong? “Quid pro quo” means misunderstanding, the correct Latin expression for bargain is “do ut des”.

Hephaestus, the god of metalworking and volcanoes, would be a timely impersonation.

Do you remember a TV series called Dallas? The Olympus is worse.

Leave that question to Bubsy.

Juno, I think he on to something. I hope he’s Ceres about this. It would be a Hora if it didn’t work out for him.

If RJ worships Roman Gods, instead of Twinkies he’ll get Mars Bars.

It won’t last. He’s too mercurial.

Lewis: “Let’s do a week of strips about religion! It’ll be fun for everybody.”

Fry: “What could POSSIBLY go wrong?”

Well, I suppose the Greek gods are more popular nowadays.

Trump thinks like R.J. He LOVES his Roman hands…

The Roman pantheon? Those guys are jerks,…I guess that is appropriate for RJ.