The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for March 01, 2012

A cow, needing a to-go bag? ’Tis to laugh!

I suppose it’s a good system, but I just don’t have the stomach for it.

Meanwhile, why didn’t he finish his dinner, anyway? Hope he didn’t have any beef with the food.

I hope it’s BBQ night tomorrow.

Oh, I get it now. It took me a minute to digest this comic.

A to-go bag? I suppose I cud.

:)

I hate to horn in on this bull session, but being the FNG, i would have to chew on it a bit more.

I’m just going to steer clear of this one.

Take the leftovers for your kid in a dogie bag.

Just sitting around chewing the fat.

He carry’s his own bags!

This is udderly gross!

He gave the waiter something to ruminate over.

Waiter: Is that for here or to go?Client: Both, I expect.

…and some steaming fresh cow pie to go.

Dat cow looks like he’s ready to take a walk down to my smoke house. Then my grill.

A to-go bag? Please – it’s called a dogie bag. Now git along!

What’s the specialty of the house? Grass Florentine? Grass Cordon Bleu?

Are you B.s.in’ me?

Emilio fervently prays that “El Toro de Diablo” doesn’t sense his sudden fear and the cold bead of sweat slowly tracing down his left temple. Recognizing that while he may be poor of sight, the old bull still may pick up his familiar scent from Barcelona in ’97… a memory he had long put away, in hopes that his nightmares would never return…But now, now he realizes just how fate may have caught up to him and played a deadly hand, especially in the decision to wear his favorite apron… the RED one, no less…. aeiii….!

GatoCat said, about 4 hours agoI should ruminate on this a bit before giving a comment…=====Good stuff! :-)

i just don’t get it…. at all… O.O

Mad Cow???