Ah, the life of a newspaper cartoonist - how I miss the groupies, drugs and trashed hotel rooms!
If your knees aren't green by the end of the day, you ought to seriously re-examine your life.
Tomorrow we'll not only seize the day, we'll throttle it.
I keep forgetting that rules are only for little nice people.
I'd hate to have a kid like me.
You can draw a penguin on a toilet reading The New York Times and it's adorable, but try doing it with an adult male character, and it's disgusting.