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Monday, December 5, 2005

Jim Davis Probably Made Ten Times My Yearly Salary for These Ten Words


The enterprising cat has hijacked Santa’s hat, returning only in exchange for his desired gifts. Garfield obviously is unfamiliar with Santa’s M.O. (giving toys to children who have been nice, not those who steal his hat). My guess is the tree at the Arbuckle house will be curiously devoid of whatever it is that Garfiled wanted this holiday season (catnip, lasagna, his own hobo to taunt).

Also, that fat bastard (Santa, not the cat) has to have 6,000 of those red hats. Nice try.