If you needed to visit a dictionary to understand one of our cartoons this week, join the club. If you needed to look it up but didn’t bother, shame on you!

It’s been a distracting week here at Rancho Bizarro. I’ve not mentioned this here before but Olive Oyl and I are selling our house with intentions to move out to the country not far from here. (You: Which country? Me: All right, the countryside. Happy now?)

As some of you know, I am a fan of marijuana. I grow my own here in Mexico and that’s legal, as long as it is only as much as my household would personally use. So for me, that would be about 100 acres of plants per year.

As regular readers know, I’m a big fan of background jokes and this one has a metric buttload.

I just got back from an art expo in Mexico City. Rather than bore you with a review of the art shows, galleries, and restaurants we went to, I’m going to talk about my butt.

Recently, I read an article about how stone age women actually did more than we had previously thought. They didn’t just gather plants, poop out babies, and cook, they also hunted, built things, and fought in battles. Anyone surprised by this?

Can you spot the two British spelling conventions I used in this cartoon?

Lots of readers have asked me to do another one of my step-by-step progress posts and since I’m a guy who thrives on the approval of strangers I’ll likely never meet, here’s another one!

I’m a couple of days late posting this week because I’ve been traveling in the DSA (Divided States of America.)

I could use this comic as a springboard to talk about the recent stories of world-class athletes and their responses to the COVID vaccine—Aaron Rogers and that excellent tennis player whose name I would have to look up to come within five letters of the correct spelling—but I’ve heard quite enough about that virus and am tired of it. Let’s talk about creativity and sex instead.

Today’s Sunday cartoon about the snowman in the life raft (above) brings to mind for me the American holiday TV classic from the 1960s, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Have you seen it lately?

Many people are inclined to complain that last year sucked (through a mask) and that this year had better be an improvement. But I say look at the bright side: Of the nearly 8 billion people on the planet—some of them dumb enough to think…

Today’s Sunday cartoon isn’t the sort of “joke” that one typically finds in newspaper comics. I pride myself in that difference but I also sometimes shoot myself in the foot with it by creating something most people don’t get.

Many people assume that because I have an unusual job that my day-to-day routine must also be unusual. The following is a fairly complete rundown so you can judge for yourself.

Welcome, Jazz Pickles, to my ear-splitting Sunday morning. I’ll explain that in a moment, but first, here’s something to think about regarding the seance cartoon above.

Throughout my improbably-long career, I’ve enjoyed doing cartoons that take more than a glance to understand.

But enough about my rapidly declining looks, this is a holiday newsletter so let me start by saying the Piraro family has had a stellar year and I can’t wait to tell you all about it!

If you are not already of a certain age and you live long enough, you will eventually be strongly encouraged by strangers to let them go spelunking in your ass.

Something in the above cartoon brings me back to my own toddlerhood in the very early 1960s in a suburb of Kansas City, Missouri called Ruskin Heights. It’s that little, blonde…

Forget about furniture for a minute, let’s talk about sexual orientation. This is a topic near to my heart because I have one. A sexual orientation. And if there’s one thing I’m completely sure of about…