Rubes by Leigh Rubin for July 06, 2012

Never trust a woman…they’ll be the death of you

I suppose those are sunglasses she’s wearing? Otherwise, that’s one heck of a unibrow.

He was my lover, he was working undercover The fellow knew all of the moves He really had me romping, bare footing stomping He just kept igniting my fuseHe was blinded by the blackness of my long silk stocking He would rock me with an optical illusion And this ain’t how I thought it’d be He just kept on keeping me in a state of total confusionHe took me for a ride and rattled me down to my shoes But I found out he was an undercover agent for the blues, yeahHe never really needed love from any direction, no I was just an innocent bystander He just kept getting kinkier, hook, line and sinker Ju-ju-just too hot to handleHe took me by storm, it must have been a season for the fools So bad, he was an undercover agent for the bluesHe took me for a ride and rattled me down to my shoes But I found out he was an undercover agent for the bluesHe never really needed love from any direction, no I was just an innocent bystander He just kept getting kinkier, hook, line and sinker Yeah yeah, he just, just too hot to handleHe was blinded by the blackness of my long silk stocking I was rocking with an optical illusion And this ain’t how I thought it’d be He just kept on keeping me in a state of total confusionHe took me for a ride and rattled me down to my shoes I found out he was an undercover agent for the blues So bad, an undercover agent for the blues I found out he was an undercover agent for the bluesHmm, for the blues For the blues Undercover agent Undercover for the blues For the blues Undercover agent

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FIFTY DOLLARS!!! Okay, I’ll go get it.

Karl Rove and Valerie Plame! (One can dream)

Safe secrets.

Good going!

She dropped a sugar cube in his drink . . . no, no! not SUGAR!We’re all gonna die!

Had a freebie T-shirt from a friend that was for some tech thing the initials were CIA and had smaller print with the full product name. Could not believe how many people asked me if I really worked for Central Intelligence. LOL. Finally tossed it, hated attracting the stupid.

C.I.A. stands for: Criminally Insane Airheads. Hush! Keep it quiet.

;)

where’s she go in panel #3?