Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for January 08, 2023

Glad she didn’t refer to the 180⁰ area…

Count your blessings, Danders — back in the Andes where your species originated you’d be served for dinner.

Lots of Gweeps, lots of little Guinea Pig pellets lying around—the real ex-Danding Universe.

I LOVE the smell of Play-Doh. Recently had a chance to smell some and I was instantly brought back to the care-free days of childhood.

Just how old is Mr Danders anyway?

I went to New Guinea once to see the pigs. Didn’t find any there.

Ah, yes; one my favorite memories of Ollantaytambo: Cuy on a stick, grinning at me.

Wow!

“But that’s all right, you know, you can’t tie down a banjo guinea pig…”

Gweep, indeed.

The genius of the late, great Mr. Thompson – on full display today.

Do you suppose Mr. Danders taught Timmy Fretwork the banjo?

GWEEP…

Methinks her intestines do GLORP instead of GWEEP.

Guina Pigs live for 3-4 years – so how many generations of preschoolers is that – ONE!

Alas, I fear you are correct Mr. Danders. An unsung hero, no doubt. The only respect or recognition you get may be by your friend the grasshopper. A character so rarely shown, he remains unnamed.

The snooty (in more ways than one) Mr. Danders shares the history of GWEEP with Alice, who had ascribed it to Miss Bliss. I wouldn’t believe anything Danders claims, however, without corroboration!

There was a student who attended the college I was at, whose distinctive laugh that sounded so exactly like a guinea pig’s shriek made such an impression that I remember nothing else about her. “Wheek, wheek, wheek!”