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That poor possum. I’m beginning to feel sorry for him. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? A possum pity party?!
Aw, he’s gotten off easy lately. That’s the first time I’ve killed him in the last 9 comics, so he was overdue… and probably a bit expired. But if it’s a possum pity party everyone must have, then by all means… I’ll bring the zwieback.
Oh, poor Buster! The horror! The tragedy. Hey, maybe you can redirect it here? Please?
The horror and the tragedy or the large fake check? This will be the next WordPress Daily Prompt question… what would you do with a million acorns?
Oh fuck.
Once again Buster is in the wrong place at any time. If you are a possum, you stay as far away from the street as possible. Too bad we’ll never know what he’d have blown all the acorns on…
I said oh fuck out loud and laughed my ass off.
That’s a high compliment! The best material is stuff that draws a verbal reaction from the reader..
Yes! I love when someone tells me that too…
Oh, no! I always worry about what would happen if the big check came and I weren’t home!! Horrors! I feel so sorry for him.
Hey, Evil Squirrel thanks for always being around and liking my posts. I notice you but just seem to hit or miss my friends. Sorry about this. Hugs, Robin
That’s fine, thanks for coming by and feeling sorry for my poor, unlucky lucky possum!
It’s like raaiin on your wedding day…oh no, the earworm. Poor Buster. I have an idea that would happen to me, except iit wouldn’t, cuz I don’t enter those. Funny comic. 🙂
With my luck, I would end up being buried alive underneath all of the junk mail I’d receive just from entering… and still not win.
At least now he will be able to afford a YUGE expensive funeral and after party for all critters. Wiki looks like he is lining up the hors d’oeuvres. LOL!
Hopefully Wiki will be diverted from Pigladillo once he sees the fresh possum in the street!
LOL!
Hopefully Buster left a will…………..
Pam
He left all of his bills to me. Uncle Sam took the fake check…
Dang….is there no justice in this world?
Poor, poor Buster. He must have the worst luck of any critter on the planet. It could be legendary – maybe some day when people have bad luck they will say they’ve been visited by Buster the Bad Luck Possum.
If that were the only legacy I left behind once I’m gone, all of these comics I’ve drawn will have been worth it. 500 years from now they’ll wonder why possums are considered bad luck, and they’ll blame it on the blogging bard of the 2010’s…
…a little too ironic. It’s like rain on your wedding day. A free ride when you’ve already paid. Some good advice that you just can’t take. Who would’ve thought…
You’re welcome!
Poor Alanis… she never quite understood the meaning of that word. But hey, she made a ton of money on it, so good for her!
Poor damn Buster, never catching a break…
That’s what he gets for allegedly getting some last week. Paybacks are a bitch…
Now how did I know that wasn’t going to end well? “Playpossum” looks… interesting 🙂
As the executor of Buster’s estate, I’ll be more than happy to set aside that magazine for your perusal. In fact, feel free to haul away this box of used Playpossums I found in Buster’s closet…
Woo-hoo!
There was one year that for some reason, my mother and I were sure we were going to win the Publishers Clearing House sweepstakes. Spoiler alert: We didn’t win.
The commercials made it sound so easy… just enter and the big check will be delivered to your door…
Ah, normal service resumes. Buster dies. And Alanis could take a lesson from this about the actual meaning of irony. 😀
Don’t you think…