Back to B.C. by Johnny Hart for February 14, 2025

I could say something but due to my undying respect for the female gender, I refuse to do so.

I think John is about to step up.

rejection on Valentines day

A soap opera for St Valentine’s Day. How droll. Hope we are getting to the end of it . . . SOON

Picky……picky…….picky!!!!!!

Here’s a silly ditty, you can sing it right away

Now here is what you say, so sing it while you may

Here’s a silly jingle, you can sing it night or noon

Here’s the words, that’s all you need, ’cause I just sang the tune

Oh, I don’t want her, you can have her

She’s too slimey for me

She’s too slimey for me

She’s too slimey for me

I don’t want her, you can have her

She’s too slimey for me

She’s too slimey, she’s too slimey

She’s too slimey for me

I get dizzy, I get numbo

When I’m swimming

With my Jum-Jum-Jumbo

I don’t want her, you can have her

She’s too slimey for me

She’s too slimey for me

She’s too slimey for me

I don’t want her, you can have her

She’s too slimey for me

She’s too slimey

She’s too slimey

She’s too slimey for me

No, no, no, no, no

(Can she pronounce quadrille?)

No, no, no, no, no

(Does she fit on your coupe?)

By herself, she’s a group

(Could she possibly sit upon your knee?)

No, no, no

We don’t want her, you can have her

She’s too slimey for me

And she’s too slimey for me

But she’s just right for me

We don’t want her, you can have her

She’s too slimey for me

Yeah, she’s too slimey, much too slimey

But she’s just right for me

She’s so charming

And she’s so winning

But it’s alarming

When she goes in swimming

We don’t want her, you can have her

She’s too slimey for me (ha)

She’s too slimey for me

But she’s just right for me

So I sure want her, you can’t have her

She’s just right for me

(But she’s too slimey) she’s not too slimey

She’s just right for me (ha-ha)

She’s a twosome, she’s a foursome

If she’d lose some

I would like her more some

I don’t want her, you can have her

She’s too slimey for me

She’s too slimey for me (ha-ha)

She’s too slimey for me

Times change. Yet, somehow, we are back to 1933

She’s going to smell like firsh!! Oh, I eat fish, this could work out.