Luann by Greg Evans and Karen Evans for October 04, 1992

Transcript:

Luann: Dear diary: Poor Brad. He's bonkers for the girl next door, but she never says anything nice to him. Luann: Course, what's to say? Luann: Where are you goin in such a big hurry? Brad: To the mailbox, as if you need to know. Luann: Mom already got the mail. Brad: I'm not goin to get the mail. Brad: See, Diane always comes out to her mailbox about now. So, (heh heh) I guess you could say I'm goin to get the female. Get it? Mail? Female? Luann: How does Diane resist that wacky sense of humor? Brad: Beats me. Brad: Ulp! Here she comes already! Ok...stay clam. Brad: I will not let my chest start pounding like a drum. my stomach will not start churning like a washing machine. I will not let my legs turn to jello and my sweat glands will not turn into sprinklers. I will be ultra cool. Diane: Hi, Brad. How are you? Brad: fine!