If I had to pick one comic book that I considered “the weirdest” growing up, it would have to be Richie Rich. The title character was described as “the poor little rich boy” but I never found anything remotely poor about him, either literally or figuratively. I suppose, one could make the argument that deep beneath the surface, Richie was a troubled soul. In the end, all the riches in the world couldn’t buy him the one thing he desired most: true friendship. Of course, in retrospect, making friends probably wouldn’t have been so hard if he hadn’t been such a dick.
How much does it cost to ship in an endangered tortoise from the Galapagos Islands? And then stud its shell with precious gems?
DON’T try this at Dodger home games.
Nothing says “destitute and starved for affection” like a kid taking an old soup can for a walk. But Richie looks pretty happy. Happier still when he later fires a full broadside at the enemy ship.
It’s like: “Dayamn, my top is so brilliant, I need sunglasses to play with it.”
Structurally unsound, impractical, and energy deficient, but the new President of the Inuit Circumpolar Council has to represent.
Yeah, I’m just going to look the other way while you finish grading my test.
100’s are aerodynamically superior to 50’s and 20’s.
Money doesn’t actually grow on trees. It grows on stalks so, technically, your parents weren’t lying to you.
This is actually a great idea. Next time you break a window, it’s automatically paid for.
If only golf courses came with shops that allowed you to purchase golf-related items like golf balls – or hire non-chatty caddies. “Yo, Overalls. I’m putting over here!”
Which all results in this. Sad but not surprising.