Is a muzzinator like a penguinator?

No it’s more like a Minionator.

Not even close. Muzzinators have much more trouble with calendars (apparently). /shrug

Well, no reason to fear it unless you're a Templar or hosting the Last Supper depending which origin story you care to believe.

I like K2^3lin.

Mrs. Johnson was a 5th grade teacher and she had this one little boy that was such a problem.
He never understood anything and had to have lessons repeated many, many times.
He was also quite the discipline problem.
Always had to be corrected for yelling in class, jumping out of his seat, etc. etc. etc.
But......
Mrs. Johnson had a special soft spot for little Eddy.

Well, little Eddy left 5th grade and Mrs. Johnson would go on to retire many, many years later.

Years after her retirement, Mrs. Johnson became ill with a heart condition. She had been admitted to the local hospital when things started getting bad.

There was Mrs. Johnson in her hospital bed, all hooked up to monitors and oxygen when …...……..

Little Eddy walked in!!!



Now, I bet you think that Little Eddy went on to become a famous heart surgeon and that Eddy would come in at the critical hour and fix her heart and that he and Mrs. Johnson would have a beautiful reunion!

No.

Little Eddy was the janitor who came in to sweep her floors. The broom got caught on the cardiac monitor and the oxygen tubes. They were all pulled out.
Mrs. Johnson passed away shortly there after...….

Gotta hate it when that happens!!

Fake Friends Are the Worst

if there's anything more ominus than a cat pucking sound I don't know it..

Could sure go for a cold one about now..how's about picking some up. Ya I here ya..

The big guy looks like he had a few too many already.

"and penguins, but foxes are welcome "

I think that's the hotel down the street. It was a wild party, that's all I'm saying.

Edit: The caption did not attached to the comic, so I have put it below. It should make sense now.

"Well, all right, Junior, I suppose one Jolly Rancher won't
spoil your appetite."

A woman's husband had been slipping in and out of a coma for several months, yet she had stayed by his bedside every single day. One day, when he came to, he motioned for her to come nearer. As she sat by him, he whispered, eyes full of tears, You know what? You have been with me all through the bad times. When I got fired, you were there to support me. When my business failed, you were there. When I got shot, you were by my side. When we lost the house, you stayed right here. When my health started failing, you were still by my side. You know what?

What dear?

I think you're bad luck.