Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs for May 07, 2020

Oh, good. Tarzan hasn’t killed anything for a while now ; he needs the practice.

Bolagni is no match for Tarzan and his pits of doom.

nope this is Salami, Baloney’s younger brother.

You say Bolagni and I say Baloney,

You Baloney and I say Bolgani;

Bolgani, Baloney

Bogloni, Bolgani;

Let’s call the whole thing off.

Not too bright of a doctor if he didn’t clean and dress his own wound after it happened the night before. Then again, maybe the arrow had some kind of poison on it.

Well, he’s hot blooded, check it and see, he’s got a fever of a hundred and three. Come on Bolgani, do you do more than dance?

Tarzan. about to run another wind sprint, back the other direction.

Geez. Who would have ever thought I’d find myself missing Betty Cole? Hey, Bolgani, a word of advice. Run!

Looks like everything is going from bad to worse. Quick, dig a pit! Take that Bolgani!

Wait a minute. How many hours since he got that wound? You don’t get a bad infection that fast!

That “Bolgani” is super peed-off, just throw him a bologna sandwich from “Katz’s Deli” in NYC with a nice big kosher pickle and he’ll go away. Now where’s fat-boy Durand?

The thundering battle challenge of Bolgani: “Hey! You guys! I can beat anyone at pinochle!”

Oh ’cmon Bolgani chill out! Relax, kick back, have a beer.

Bolgani has a doctorate in tropical infections