#48 – Request

I remember being confused as a kid about “canning”. We purchased food from the grocery store, sometimes it came in a can, sometimes it came in a jar. But for some reason when you picked stuff from your garden and sealed it up in a jar it was called canning. But then when we would do it with cucumbers it was now called “pickling”. Make up your minds you crazy adults.

Today’s Biff needs a moment to gather himself.

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11 thoughts on “#48 – Request”

  1. TJovian says:

    Aww… If she’s just going to dissect it, it doesn’t have to be a live pony. I wonder how much a pony cadaver would cost.

  2. MrMutt says:

    That made my day. A very good start to it now.

  3. Radical Edward says:

    Talk about beating a dead horse!

  4. AmanoYuki says:

    Reminded me of a film I watched recently:
    “She has to go to bed earlier because of her unplanned surgery”
    “She had surgery? Is she okay?”
    “THIS was her surgery” *holds up cut up animal taped to a piece of card*

    1. Mahnarch says:

      Also, there’s;
      “I have to get up early. I have surgery in the morning.”
      “Oh my God! What’s wrong?”
      “Nothing. I’m a surgeon.”

  5. Reminds me of a quote from Stephen King:
    “I have the heart of a small boy…it sits in a jar on top of my desk “

    1. Darkbunny says:

      Reminds me of a line from Grim Fandango.

      “How do you *do* this?”
      “Without becoming jaded, you mean? The secret to my success is that I have the heart of a twelve-year-old boy. I keep it over here in a jar. Would you like to see?”
      “Heh. Sorry. Old coroner joke.”

  6. ZeoViolet says:

    Imagine what that little girl would say if she actually got her pony.

    “Daddy, look! I’ve got a ponytail!”

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  7. Centaur71 says:

    That’s right; look what happened to the poor dog!

  8. Miluk says:

    Such nice.

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