

I gave my love a kidney,
that had no stones...
I gave my love a highway,
without those orange cones...
I worked my love a mojo
with a hoodoo voodoo juju...
I gave my love a baby,
with no cacadoodie poopoo.
In putting together my wildly enthusiastic previous post celebrating Fusco's 20th anniversary, I came across this letter, which appeared in the Philadelphia Daily News back in 1993. I blacked out the name of the woman who wrote it to avoid a pesky lawsuit.


I don't remember what the dialogue was in this strip, but it had to be funnier than her summary.
I wonder if her daughter, who would be 24 years old now, became a floozy because of the Fusco Brothers.
One can only hope.


NIGHT DEPOSITS turns one year old today.
What do you get the blog that has everything?
How about a cartoon turd with a clip art birthday candle on top?