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Hand-Picked C&H

This space is going to cast Calvin and his Hobbes. At the end of day's work when I start off to home, I quickly grab the Deccan Chronicle of the day lying on the table, read C&H, have my Smile and when I'm through I start to home. C&H is special for me and therefore its here.

No picture, No fun. I know :( . But until I find my stolen/missing/absconded camera, here is C&H in words for you and me :D

Conversation between Susie and Calvin.
Calvin: What grade did you get?
Susie: I got an "A"
Calvin: Really? Boy, I'd hate to be you. I got a "C"
Susie: Why on earth would you rather get a "C" than an "A"??
Calvin: I find my life is a lot easier the lower I keep everyone's expectations.

Between Hobbes and Calvin

Calvin: I'm so smart it's almost scary. I guess I'm a child progeny.
Hobbes:  Most children are.
Calvin: Huh?
Hobbes: Nothing
Calvin: People think it must be fun to be  a super genius, but they don't realize how hard it is to put up with all the idiots in the world
Hobbes: Isn't your pants zipper supposed to be in the front?

Hobbes resting by a tree's shade....

Calvin: Hi Hobbes! Watcha doin'?
Hobbes: Nothing
Calvin: Nothing at all?
Hobbes: Nope
Calvin: I'll help(says this and rests beside Hobbes)
Hobbes: Please do.

At school ; Susie and Calvin

Calvin : Hey Susie, Can I borrow your Black Crayon
Susie: OK, But don't break it, And don't peel the paper off, and color with all sides of it so it stays pointy.

Calvin: Geez, Why don't you take out an insurance policy on it?
Susie: Just don't ruin my crayon. What are you drawing anyway?

Calvin: Black Bears attacking a Black forest campground at midnight.


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