Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for December 27, 2011

Transcript:

Doll: Where we going? It feels cold! Like Alaska! Booo! Sam: It's time to say goodbye, Sarah. I'm no longer a child. Doll: Your funeral! If God blesses me to become hot again, you'll regret it! There could be another tour! Sam: Good luck, Sarah! Doll: Wait! When's the limo picking me up?