Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for December 19, 1989
December 18, 1989
December 20, 1989
Transcript:
Calvin: Still and quiet feline form, in the sun, asleep and warm, his tail is limp, his whiskers drooped. Man, waht could make this cat so pooped? Hobbes: Sheeshh...
Summersnow about 14 years ago
He’s quite the poet.
hopefulregret almost 13 years ago
One of my favorites!
bkmgenx almost 13 years ago
SHEESHH
yow4zip Premium Member about 10 years ago
How poetic.
bmonk about 9 years ago
I know a fellow whose poetry is almost this good. Almost.