Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for March 12, 2019

“I think I’ll have the plankton surprise.”

“Can I get something mercury-free?”

A submersible phone? Oh, man, don’t give the kids any ideas.

THAT fish is getting tailed.

The system is broken! We’re doomed!

He’s trolling for fish and taking photo’s to show Glubhub which one he wants to eat.

Glubhub who?

unless it’s Phishfood ice cream…

The color of the fish reminds me of the upper kitchen cabinets that were in my parents house when I was a little kid. (The lower cabinets were white. And ya had to light the stove with a stick match.) Isn’t it odd how one little thing can bring back a sea of memories.

Summon bigger fish. There’s always bigger fish.

Glubhub. Excellent idea. Something for peckish scuba divers.

Something fishy goin’ on here…

Definitely skip the dishes.

Sushi-A-Go-Go. We deliver it to your door in 30 minutes or less!

“Glubhub” made me laugh a little.

Normally the one on the phone is so out of touch it get eaten first

Forget Glubhub. I recommend Door Splash.

Mr Gortons delivers Anywhere.

There’s nothing at all really wrong with this strip but, to me, it’s a mauve version of a real Non Sequitur.

Big fleas have little fleas, upon their backs to bite ’em – and little fleas have littler fleas, and Democrats to spite em . . .