meaning apparently stinks.

I love the smell of meaning in the morning. It smells like coffee.

your mom smells like coffee

I looked inside the summer-house,
It wasn’t ever there,
I’ve tried the Thames at Maidenhead
And Brighton’s bracing air;
I don’t know what the blackbird sang,
Or what the roses said,
But it wasn’t in the chicken-run
Or underneath the bed.

I find flatulence to be devoid of meaning. But maybe, when meaning goes, it’s all that’s left. Now I see.

Meaning stinks everything up, and then escapes before we can find it.

Usually at the bottom.

I discovered this site on the 8th. When I realized how AWESOME it was, I decided to pace myself, try to make it last… It’s been less than ten days, and I’ve reached the present.
OH, WOE!
Now I have to wait for new ones like everyone else :\

Also: The real mystery of the flatulent ghost lies in how Girl or Grrrl noticed its passing- they’ve never had noses.

Maybe when we search for meaning in these cartoons we generate the same sort of unpalatable stink as flatulance? Maybe that’s it… maybe it’s a joke Dorothy is playing on all of us who comment on these pages. Searching for meaning. Being smelly.

Dorothy, do you scroll down the comments going “Pbbbbbbttttt!” with your mouth because you think everything we think about your comics mean is stupid? jus thought i’d ask. that is all.

Now, now, I shower before I comment here. Maybe you guys stink.

Cait, theres no mystery with smelling without a nose. Dilbert and dogbert talk without a mouth…

So Girl & Grrrl believe meaning can be categorized and filed?

Orwellian fart?

I scroll through comments drinking lukewarm water and wearing a paper crown.

Oh, that image is sickening. I don’t think I shall come back here.

okay toucan sam

i prefer tepid