Gil Thorp by Henry Barajas and Rachel Merrill for June 11, 2020

That gets kinda old by the time you’re 30, Ardis ol’ chap.

Look out for that Molotov cocktail at the bottom of P2. Modify this!

In all reality , the wristband band the Mayor has on is new, he must have joined the Sharks . Maybe a huge production dance number featuring the Sharks and Jets will be featured tomorrow .

P1, We’re all asking R&W why you’re doing this, too Ardis.

P2, They must have seen what you eat for breakfast.

P3, Trust me, Ardis The Mayor is unlike any other kid.

P1- Me. It’s all about me. I’ve gotta to be me.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbLlCxK0pHY

The Reverend Graham says the J.C. you should go to is JESUS, young man. Beat your butter (kitchen?) knives into plowshares.

Picnic table lunchroom? Say goodbye (again) to the comforts of Milford.

P 2.5: “…damaged goods?…I guess that explains those stories I’ve heard about the Milford showers…”

P-1: because it’s lunch time

P-2: wouldn’t bother Michigan State

P-3: What’s that? The stuff Pitas are made of…if you don’t have Pita Bread

P1: Ardis carries his lunch bag carefully because he’s not sure if his practical joke loving mother put the dog’s poop in there again. He promised himself that he wouldn’t fall for that twice.

P2: Ardis is relieved to find that there is, indeed, some kind of sandwich in his lunch bag.

P3: He carefully smells it and inspects the ooze coming out of it just to be on the safe side.

I think it’s nice that his Mom writes his name on Ardis’s lunch bag.

Blah blah blah…..something clever that nobody else has said…..here’s today’s Mopped Up Thorp:

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