What's Mallard raving about today?
Commercial and material holidays, President's Day.
The panel itself is a paean to being boring and without any ideas.
As if to underscore that general bankruptcy, Mallard presents his fuliguline ass to the reader.
And to underscore his lack of artistic talent, he draws a pencil with such an enormous eraser that it is hardly recognizable as a pencil.
3 comments:
What the hell is this?? Who is that guy? Who is he writing to??
And, uh, what does "fuliguline" mean? I looked it up and the closest word I found is "fuliginous," which means vapor. I'm confused.
Fuliguline is a hoity-toity adjective for duck. Just being silly.
His rhymes...
Oh sweet jesus, his rhymes.
Materialistic and what the heck?
And commercial's just sitting out all by its lonesome?
How could this be poetry?
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