Get Fuzzy by Darby Conley for February 15, 2013

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Bucky: I went to bed this morning mad at chubby huggs for squeezing me so hard that he popped the tuna pouch I was holding... But just now, as I was on the counter chewing Rob's pot of herbs, I realized that I wasn't mad anymore. It's true what they say, Satchel: Time heals all wounds. Satchel: Mm-hm. Mm-hm. Herbs. Bucky: What? Satchel: I find that thyme makes me gassy.