Speed Bump by Dave Coverly for January 03, 2025

But he was a fungi.

He was always a real spore-t

If he isn’t dead, he’s probably addicted to hallucinogens.

Ahhhhhh ha ha ha ha ha…… schorzt…

And now he’s got a congregation.

Full of fertilizer.

Dampened her desire to share the same bed.

Rest in peace with magic mushrooms eh.

He was a real woodsy type of fella.

Moss grew on the north side of his head.

Gross! LOL!

There’s not mushroom for a plot in this story.

Are they magic mushrooms?

Cremation would have destroyed those spores!

He always complained they kept him in the dark and fed him BS.

She needs to mow the plot and then apply a liberal amount of Lumedeo over the offending area.

Yuck

I thought you’re supposed to push up daisies.

Funny and kinds disturbing

He gardened near Haight/Ashbury street.

Don’t suppose they would be fit to eat.

Mushroom coffins are actually a thing.

That gives me get the heebeejeebees

We bought some “organic” garden soil for a little sitting space. We planted grass there twice but it never grew. We do, however, have about a dozen different mushroom species growing at various times. Sounds nice but I’d be afraid to try any.

I knew that guy! He was an Irish botanist of some kind—Mike O’Logist.

He was a man of loose morels.

it was a narrow grave, there wasn’t mushroom for anything else

Fungus amongst us ! ;-)

Matango 2: Electric Boogaloo

to be fair, if those are morels…!!

Is there a cornmeal mush room nearby for mourning services?

There’s always shroom for improvement.