Showing posts with label domesticity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label domesticity. Show all posts
Saturday, December 5, 2009
February 23, 1954: Hey, guess what it's made of!
IT'S MUD MUD MUD I TELL YOU MMUUUDD HEAP IT ON MY LAST PLATE DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH WORM
At least now she sees that it's not edible.
Labels:
charliebrown,
cooking,
domesticity,
food,
hypocrisy,
mudpies,
violet
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