Before you take me to task for not posting a sketch yesterday, as Ricky Ricardo once said, “Let me ‘splain.” It’s hard to come up with a funny drawing (or even the kind I do) if you’ve just had a brush with death.
There I was, late yesterday afternoon, walking along Shasta Street on my way to bother Mike and Bob over at KLXR Radio, when suddenly… whoosh! Splat! Ow! I stepped on one of those round, spiky things that fall out of trees onto MY sidewalk. I went flying, skinned my knee and lost my car keys. There was a lot of traffic at Shasta and Market at that time of day, hence lots of witnesses. I got up, trying to act real cool, but that’s nearly impossible when you’re sobbing and calling for your mommy. To complicate things, the guys at KLXR didn’t have a suitable dinosaur band-aid so I had to go without immediate medical attention altogether.
What the blazes ARE those little things anyway?
