How’s the hands?
I don’t think Zed and Sam will ever have to have a talk with a potential boyfriend – Mari and Kiko will have no trouble handling themselves and letting the candidates know…..
I’m surprised the latest outbreak of the culture war hasn’t shown up here yet.
Yep, this is an example of why I read this strip every night.
To quote a favorite line from a recent comedy film:
“Boy. I have forty acres, a .45 ACP and a Back Hoe….
Don’t make me use them all in one night!”
Wolves, coyotes, feral hogs, many random illegals never found again, and what’s mentioned is keeping it on the property nearby. So clearly they were joking.
Besides, they now have a good reason to be disposing of large quantities of hacked-up sawn-up bones and hide and meat and fat fragments, plus assorted organs. They ship all those off for recycling as animal feed, yes?
Leave them for the hogs. No problem.
Agree 100%. But he better be careful. There’s things even a HOG won’t eat. Hildabeast, for instance? A certain former POTUS?
I’m willing to bet that Zed and Naomi are keeping the hog population in check around the DDQ.
Hogs will even eat the bones, won’t they? Put the stiffs out where the feral hogs run and forget it.
What’s buried can be dug up; what’s eaten is gone.
Aware and armed – now that there is a PROPER upbringing!
Under the feed shed?
At least they were not out in the garden pushing up daisies or feeding the vegetables with organic fertilizer. Mari and Kiko will not put up with abusers of any stripe.
Gina got the point being driven here.
While waste disposal might play a part in some pest exterminations, Red was mostly being dramatic for Jan’s sake. Those girls, and all girls in the world we are leaving for them, will have to know that awareness and preparation are key to survival.
“Armed and Aware”. Words to live by, quite literally. Good catchphrase too, for the consumption of potential evil-doers if they too want to survive.
Back when I had 4 stripes on my sleeves, at a quaint little place called Yokota Air Base, I worked for a Master Sgt who had what I consider to be an outstanding solution to the problem of boys getting handy on dates or coming in after his curfew. He had a – strictly non-functional – double barreled 12 gau. which he had painted bright, international orange and had sitting on the coffee table in the living room in his family quarters. Whenever a new boy came to pick up his daughter ha invited the youngster in and had him sit in a chair in the living room while he advised the boy of his daughter’s curfew. At no time did he ever call attention to the decoration on his coffee table. But somehow his daughter always came home well BEFORE curfew. OK so maybe she never got to go parking but she always got home safe.
The Host wing commander at my first duty station had a different way of protecting his (quite fetching, so I was told) daughter from the depredations of the young Airman at McConnell AFB. He had friends in the Air Force Personnel center. Once while I was there some young troop from the Comm Squadron tried dating the Colonel’s daughter. He actually managed to taker on two dates before Col. Dad found out. The Col. called in a marker at AFMPC. Then he called the commander of the Security Police Squadron. At 05:00 he was awakened, made to pack and dress and hauled off to the air port. Within 72 hours the boy had been out
processed, transported first to the east coast, then to Germany and on east to Turkey. In fact, less than 72 hours after dropping the girl off, his young ass was ON THE MOUNTAIN TOP IN TURKEY! Nobody ever tried that stunt again before the Colonel was reassigned elsewhere.
Oh hell. I thought my Dad getting a young man re-assigned to Diego Garcia was mean and ornery. That tops it.
ROFLMFAO!!!! Too funny, and too believable.
Seems to me (if memory serves), as a US Army SSG stationed with the 25th Infantry Dimension (Electric Banana Leaf) in Hawaii, I chased a young good-for-nothing private around and around my VW Vanagon when I found out he was seeing my barely underage daughter. I was ready to cut him into chum and feed him to the sharks off Sandy Beach, North Shore, or Hanama Bay. Unfortunately, my wife managed to calm me down.
Was there an active volcano at the time? You could have made him a sacrifice to Pele. Then there is the potential Conduct Unbecoming when a Father goes a wee bit overboard in dealing with a raging hormone driven young enlistee and daughters.
Screw the Brothers Grimm. Give me Lonesome Dove bedtime stories with Lori Darlin’ (played by the vixen Diane Lane)!!!
…and death to Blue Duck!
So did this just appear coincidentally on my daughter’s birthday?
Where I live we just use old abandoned mine shafts and call it recycling.
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