The Lockhorns by Bunny Hoest and John Reiner for May 18, 2024

As if her genes were in great demand.

Because in your cases, it’s the shallow end.

Or at the slob pool!

“Leroy’s gene pool was filled drip by drip.”

If Leroy drinks any more beer, the water in his end of the pool will slowly turn yellow.

Everyone’s thrilled you never reproduced, Loretta.

Well, you MARRIED him, so lie down with him! (Two DNA-defective feet facing)

Dennis the Menace today would make a good Lockhorns.

Reminds me of a line from Duckman, when they visited the deep south:

“You get the feeling the gene pool around here could use a lot more chlorine?”

[TV comes crashing out of the house through a window.]

“Lurline! You almost made me hit a two-headed kid with the TV!”

He doesn’t have any pride either, to walk around like that around her friends.

news pieces about folks who, oops, pick and eat colchicums, autumn crocuses, mistaking them for siberian onions (called gyoja “garlic” in japanese), are a regular feature hereabouts during spring when harvesting edible weeds is a popular pastime among mostly old folks. we’re always perplexed how people can be confused about plants that don’t smell at all oniony and joke that it was a shame they were too old to improve the gene pool with their demise…

Loretta you should you don’t look that great when you wake up

Loretta you should talk you don’t look that good first thing in the morning