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1939: Gee your maw smells horrific |
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One critical word from the wife and Mr. Brown strikes back with petulent cruelty. I’d kept my opinion to myself until now, dear, but since you mention it, your breath smells a skunk beshat your gob as well. Also, you look old. One trip to the dentist, however, solves the problems. Unfortunately, Mrs. Brown is aging at a precipitous rate from panel to panel, until she's finally rescued by photographic reproduction:
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Best of all, they like each other, as opposed to casting their charms to strangers who lack a sense of smell. |
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