Close to Home by John McPherson for January 12, 2021

Insert obligatory “walrus” joke here.

It took her until the third date? She must not have been paying attention.

And then it would be nothing but Strawberry Fields forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever ad infinitum

That’s even more than our alien buddy can take.

What else do you need?

Well, she is a strange one herself. She didn’t come in through the door. She came in through the bathroom window.

He sounds like a real Nowhere Man

Bleeb- “Let me in.” Or “Let It Be?”

When he gets to talking about Maxwell and silver hammers she better grab her coat and her hat and make the bus in nothing flat…

I am a Doofus, Goo Goo ga Joob.

A Charlie Brown lamp?

Oh? I just thought he was talking about living with his mom in his 40s…

….and when I awoke,

I was alone;

this bird had flown……

♬ Waits at the window

Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door

Who is it for? ♪♩

She said…

Why don’t you call Jude, Erin?

Looks like there’s no reply.

The guy has skills. He must have a good memory too. I mean, if he can hold down a job, she might have a keeper. As long as she asks the right questions she knows pretty much what the answers will be.

Hmmmm What Beatle’s song would that be?

Great comments, folks.

She doesn’t look she remembers the 60’s.

BLEEB!

Wʜᴀᴀᴀᴀᴛ!?

Why are you outside?

“ɪ’ᴍ ғɪxɪɴɢ ᴀ ʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ ɢᴇᴛs ɪɴ“

He was quickly relegated to “Yesterday”.

All My Lovin’ for today’s strip

He needs Help!

Third date syndrome, “Erin, I got wood.”

She had been spending too much time in the sky, with diamonds…

Hello, Goodbye

I had a roommate who was infatuated with a starry-eyed, young man who recited poetry to her. She became disenchanted when she realized the starry eyes were from LSD and the poetry was rock lyrics he had picked up at the record store where he worked part-time.

Definitely could be worse…….

Maybe he doesn’t feel well and needs to call Dr. Robert.

My kinda’ guy! (Speaking weird, as I’m rather indifferent to “The Beatles.”)

Don’t leave the guy alone in your house in case he decides to act out the last few lines of that song!

I am going back for another run — He was a Paperback Writer!