You can only get so many smiles out of cancer, before you have to resort to gags about the eldery.
Tag: tiny hands
Two Wallys and a Buddy
“We’re back!” …to wondering why, if Wally was a POW for at least ten years, before returning home nearly 18 months ago, his son appears to be 8 or 9 years old, tops.
Ronnie, We Hardly Knew Ye
Having served as a soft-focus lens through which we glimpsed young, sensitive, yearning College Les, Ronnie takes her autographed copy and leaves us, never to be seen again. Hopefully the next person in line isn’t another college buddy, else we’re in for another week of Les-turbation.
White Girl Can Jump
We get it. Summer’s game has improved to the point where Keisha, who as an opponent owned Summer on a regular basis, can now only flail her crocodile arms as Summer goosenecks the wrist and sinks one from midcourt, talking trash the whole while.
Mommy’s Home
Single mom Rache returns home to her tiny-handed little fella and tells him to get ready for dinner (“Awww, Mom, pizza again?”). She discovers the note from Becky that she’s thoughtlessly stuffed in her apron pocket. Her bleary eyes behold a scrawled phone number. Turns out Becky’s idea of helping Rachel “watch out for her ex-man” involves a hit man from Cuyahoga Falls who can make the job look like a suicide…
Son of Stuck Funky 
