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For some reason, there have been a lot of unusual customer reviews submitted for Family Circus books lately. Noone knows why.

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I Had A Frightmare!

A reader from Wher, Vt. , March 12, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

I can't wait for the prequel!!!

This wonderful, yet disturbing book, the 3,455th in a series by Bill ('Bil') Keane, continues the saga of Little Jeffy's quest for a way to eliminate bacon-grease from the top of his head. Once again we encounter the voluptuous yet unattainable Thel, the plump seductress Dolly, the ever-quotable Billy, the silent yet unspeaking PJ ('Platypus Jehoshaphat', as we learn late in this volume), the loyal but long-suffering dogs Barfy and Sam, the taxiderminated kitty cat Kittykat, and, above all, the late Grandpa - better never than as late as HE is. Plus a constellation of other riveting characters, bent on disturbing the peaceful Keane melon patch: Unka Roy, Aunt Bea's Lovechild, Ida Know, and various elves, all spinning about and pulling each other by the finger.

Try it, Limbaugh. It might give you a rush.

M (wkurtz@a-now.net) from Saigon , March 12, 1999 <Picture: 4 out of 5 stars>

A whole lot of Heart

Keane's examination of one man's confrontation with the deepest, darkest pits of his own humanity is rivaled only by Coppola's brilliant film adaptation. Assigned to a special mission to terminate young Jeffy's megalomania, Bil must travel deep into suburbia, where he learns the secret of Jeffy's "frightmare", watching "a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor... Crawling, swiftly, along the edge of a straight razor and surviving." What follows is a wonderful account of not only Mr. Keane's quest for self, but also of the horrors of war, rife with other cute mispronounciations like "koppet-bomb" and "Charlie don't surf".

Dr. Richard Hertz, Ph.D, M.A. (coalcracker@harvard.edu) from Craigsville, Va. , March 11, 1999 <Picture: 3 out of 5 stars>

A Circular Skinner Box

B.F. Skinner himself would have been proud of this inspired psychological experiment in sensory deprivation and childhood development. In this Moibus strip masquerading as contemporary family humor, the subjects have been deprived of such familiar elements as furniture, floors and ceilings, perspective and yes, humor for some three-odd decades. The results would have made the erudite Prof. Skinner shiver: Not one of the subjects reached a single developmental milestone during the experiment's 30-year run, all regressing into infantilism and such childish phonetic constructs as "gasphetti." Meanwhile, the control group (those lovable scamps from "For Better or Worse") have continued to develop, as evidenced by their progressively more complex linguistic patters and secondary sexual characteristics. Concerns about the morality of such an experiment aside, this seminal work will influence child-psychology theory for generations to come. Besides, that Barfy's a stitch.

M. Dog (whoever@wherever.com) from somewhere way over there ---> , March 10, 1999 <Picture: 3 out of 5 stars>

There is no way to sum up this work in just one line

This book is so good, there is no way to sum up this work in just one line. Multiple lines are required. In fact, I could just go on and on. But that would be boring, so I won't. But that just goes to show you how good this book was. So there.

sandy@bayarea.net from San Mateo , March 10, 1999 <Picture: 3 out of 5 stars>

I woke in a pool of nothingness gripping an orange

Billy is still pimping Dolly in the thirteenth volume of Bil Keane's magnum opus, the cartoon equivalent of C. Rajagopalachari's Mahabharata. Keane's epic animé poem plums the depths of disillusionment, nihilism, autoerotica, and the gullibility of prepubescent children in the late 20th century. Ture to his daily bread, the Family Circus, Keane stops off long enough to inquire into the nature of religion and ethics, polity and government, philosophy and the pursuit of salvation. In the process, he takes the reader on a ride which can only be called a longwinded tribute to MacBeth on Meth, a tale of love, intrigue, star-crossed lovers, and sultry nights in what this reader can only imagine to be an Australasian nowhere. In this way, "Frightmare!" is very much like Martin Amis's little book "Night Train." That tribute is played out especially when Billy is revealed to us as a woman cop, the daughter of sorrow and heartbreak, That tribute is played out especially when Billy is revealed to us as a woman cop, the daughter of sorrow and heartbreak, not at all unlike the tough-talking detective Mike Hoolihan. Why such a transparent ripoff of Amis? It is hard to know. Along with this, there are moments when this eerily fascinating text goes astray, as when he takes us on a postmodern romp through a strange Malthusian future with billions of people named Knute, clearly his paean to the late Rockne who--as we know from the dedication to all of Keane's books, "to KR, I am forever unhemmed"--saved Keane from a strange inferno in a Queens sweatshop at the age of 12. Other odd moments occur when Keane has PJ reciting the genealogical table of the third president of the United States. The reader is puzzled: is this another example of Keane's extraordinary dry Canadian wit, or rather a searing critique of his own suburban racism, an inauguration of a new epoch of Keanian race discourse, a reinking of his understandably sketchy conception of hegemony as bound up with the contingent sites and strategies of the rearticulation of power? It remains difficult to tell, even after a third reading. But the series of images in part 3 are among his finest work: Barfy panting at the bedside with a screaming Dolly waking in a mingled pool of sweat and urine is astonishingly powerful. And what do we really know about those nights of unimaginable coupling? After the third iteration of this nightmare of grotesqueries and anatomically-correct mannequins, the reader is also sweating; after the tenth iteration, the reader is weeping; following the 30th page, the reader is so physically exhausted, so condemned to a lifetime of frightmares of his own, as to miss the foray into the psychosocial aspects of bereavement of part 4. Still, this volume is incapable of the evoking the pathos of "Are you awake, Daddy?" and "Daddy's Cap is on Backwards". I was most reminded of his tasteful but ultimately unsatisfying "Hello Grandma." If you liked that volume, you'll love "I Had a Frightmare!"

Greg Spinn (spinn@spinnwebe.com) from Chicago, IL , March 9, 1999 <Picture: 4 out of 5 stars>

The repetition nearly drove me insane

I've seen plenty of Family Circus cartoons in the last few years, and, until the lawyers tell me otherwise, I imagine I'll be seeing plenty more for years to come. Which is what made this book so painful to go through: if I see any more psychic ferns, or soylent food products, or references to White House interns, or things keeping other things from tripping wher they are, I swear I'm going to go mental. And I know at least three of my friends feel the same way.

But, it's not all bad. Every so often there's a bright ray of hope, and I'm falling off my chair with laughter, often at inopportune times (at work, for example). I wish it was something I could take credit for, but I can't; it's only due to the people involved in creating the humor (and don't forget Bil!), and the hard-working editors who dig through the volumes of content to get down to the 10% or so that's worth publishing. I'm often amused and surprised at what comes out of those kids' mouths: I know *I* could never have made them that funny by myself.

Which is why I give the book four stars; sure, there are rough edges, but on the balance, a positive experience. Although, on review, much of the humor went right past me: I could tell you where half of the injokes were coming from, but the other half obviously comes from academic sources, and nobody I know can work it out, either. I wish someone would let me in on it.

What Does This Say?

A reader from Illych, Russia , March 12, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

Keane has changed. Let's follow him

In the last three decades we have followed Keane from his dingy beginnings of SoHo subway grafitti to last year's dangerously provative show at the Guggenheim (Mr. Warhol watch out!!.) Certainly, at this point, we who love art must ask ourselves, "Why do we fear this man so." Gone are the days of, "Daddy's Got His Hat on Backwards" and all the young delinquency that his older worked evoked. Today's Keane is a more mature Keane, a more accesible Keane. And yet, in the gallery context it is undeniable that he is a major player. What other aritist refuses to acknowledge time with such obstinate flippancy??? His children are still children. His idealism unjaded by the New York slums he still calls home. And show me another major artist who so flagrently rejects color (except on Sundays, of course). Keane may entertain use, but not at the expense of compromise. Meanwhile, reading Keane's subtext (if you can stop laughing long enough at his literal text- Mr. Shultz watch out!!) teaches us that sex is about love, that cartoons are about growing up and that books are about sales. My friends, Mr. Keane has changed yet again. And, as always, for the better. Are we still afraid to do the same?

Parker Jackson Keane (chimchim@masturbatingmonkey.net from Bumphuk, Egypt , March 12, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

Grlphdzpppsh!

Ga-ga, goo! Ha-ha-ha!

Sir Arthur H. C. W. Cholmondeley-Upham-Lee, OBE (twitdon@oxford.uk.edu) from Oxford University, UK , March 9, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

Keane's Christian existentialism shows true mastery

At first, I scoffed when some of my peers and colleagues informed me of Bil Keane's work. Yet, once I reviewed the corpus of his intellectually weighty delvings into truth, I became a disciple of all that is Keane. Like some heat-seared anchorite mystic, crouching in the baking Arizona sun, Keane has tapped into his own special vein of the divine, speaking to anyone who asks those important... nay, vital questions centered on existence and man's place in a cold, bitter, and uncaring cosmos. He further speaks to the relevancy - if any - of the Christ-myth to 21st Century Man. A thoroughgoing student of such Christian existentialists as Teilhard de Chardin and Marcel, Keane depicts his blazingly erudite, occasionally brutal truths through the unique choice of his inimitable medium - stark black-and-white drawings of American suburban and family life. Interestingly, Keane chooses to add colour to his works one day out of seven - the Sabbath, a clear nod to the Judeo-Christian ethos. Keane utilizes razor-sharp wit as counter-thrust to the indubitably keen edge of his questing intellect. Each member of the Keane brood is a philosophical construct whose interactions limn Keane's sometimes harsh and rigorous philosophy. The flavor and sheer power of his thought cannot be captured in mere words. Simply stated, his 'children' are representations and abstractions of the varying forms of spiritual Man, each growing and learning in an occasionally harsh or surreal environment. Keane is the father of these children in the "story" behind these drawings, moreover, there is occasional reference to his being an artist or author of worlds, but he is also shown as a businessman, father, or generic working parent. This paterfamilias, combined with 'Thel', the maternal figure as the Godhead's feminine aspect, rules the family with love yet firm control, with the constant spectre of punishment keeping the wayward children within the metes and bounds of the family's unwritten code. All these souls are evolving through surviving the challenges of the workaday world. Much of the hilarity of the art focuses on verbal malapropisms - Keane's evident message here is that the divine Word or 'logos' is perverted or not fully understood by these beings who are fully children in the temporal and spirital sense. Yet on other occasions, the children show wisdom beyond their years, whether in grasping an important ethical or moral principle, or in mastering technology or understanding of popular cultural totems which figuratively elude the parental figures. Hence, hope is offered that the spritual journey will lead to the twin boons of salvation and knowledge. This is all leavened with a purely unique conceptualization of the afterlife, where deceased relatives observe the living, and occasionally appear as visions or effectors of change or protection on the family. Clearly, Keane is adopting the mythic and animist ancestral veneration tradition (with a touch of the filial piety unique to Confucianism) with the additional argument that the acts of past masters and ascendant sages prefigure the spritual journey all must make. Highly recommended. Indeed, I have added several of these volumes to my various syllabi at the University.

'Just Wait Till You Have Children of Your Own!'

A reader from Lebanon, New Jersey , March 10, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

'Just Wait Till You Have Children of Your Own!'

Rarely has a book about the abortion movement been this honest, forthright, and well-drawn. Bombeck, an old style feminist, and Keane, a notably conservative cartoonist, have matched wits in a powerful discourse about the problem of unwanted children in this society. (Bombeck's, in the case of inner city women who have limited access to health care, and Bil Keane, to his own.) Bombeck -- most famous for her landmark, "If Life is a Bowl of Cherries, then I'm in the Pits," an evocative discussion of female virginity -- provides a sharp focus on the feminine problems of childbirth, while Keane, apparently a Skinnerist, advocates locking up children in a zoo-like place he calls, "Family Circus."

Sing Me A Loveaby

shoplocalstores@support.your.local.community.com from Galena, Illinois , March 11, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

Bravo, Mr. Keane! Bravo!

In Sing Me a Loveaby? Bil Keane deftly tackles the taboo subject of modern-day America. Wielding his pen like a finely-sharpened sword, Keane tackles the issue of choice as Thel tearfully dodges the protestors outside of Planned Parenthood a few days after her little visitor fails to appear, he takes us to the front lines of the compassionate use wars when, in an emotional sepia-hued flashback, we see Grandmom taking a bong hit to relieve the effects of her chemotherapy, and he let us watch, as he shows us the story of Jeffy and his little friends sharing good times in the boy's locker room after gym class. This last feature is surely a treat, sure to brighten up the most dreary of rainy days. There's more than just singing going on in this Loveaby!

elvis@dead.dead.dead.com from Silver Springs, MD , March 9, 1999 <Picture: 2 out of 5 stars>

Not up to his usual standard

Bil Keane, the Prince of Sufficient Humor, has laid a stinky egg with this entry into the Family Circus. Too many ringmasters, not enough clowns. The pathos of the family without Thel is overplayed, making father and children appear to be, at best moronic. Even Jeffy, everyone's favorite childlike foil, fails to enchant. And, if I didn't know better, I'd say there was just a suggestion of "the love that dares not speak its name." Take a pass on this one, Keane fans. He can do better.

Count Your Blessings

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Synopsis

There's something special about children, and there's something special about the way Bill Keane captures them in his popular "Family Circus" comic strips. This heartwarming collection combines faith and family themes for hours of smiles and laughter.give them reassurance that their God will never abandon them.and makes use of what has been developed in 12 step, self-help and dysfunctional family-related groups.

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Customer Comments

Drake_Freisler@omnicom.com from Nematode, Nebraska , March 11, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

The Man doesn't want you to know about Bil Keane

Ever since Bil Keane broke with his handlers at the NSA, he's been pulling the blinders off and showing us the ugly reality of U.S. covert activity in western Europe. Not surprisingly, he's been hounded and hunted into the underground for his trouble. For example, his shattering "Count Your Blessings" has been pulled from store shelves and burned, while the publisher has been pressured into listing the work as "out of print." More immediately, comments and reader reviews of Mr. Keane's work have been systematically suppressed. Am I the first reader to review this work? Hardly. Hundreds of other freedom-fighters have already provided page after page of detailed exigesis on "Count Your Blessings," but every last comment was erased by Amazon. On orders from who? That may be the biggest story in all of this.

Any Children?

A reader from Cannibal : The Musical! , March 9, 1999 <Picture: 4 out of 5 stars>

No thanks, I'm stuffed!

I guess if vegetarians eat vegetables, that makes me a humanitarian. Bil Keane is truly a swirly man in a swirly world for standing up for cannibal rights! You go girl! Macrobiotic Thel and the Melon Children stand as foes to the king of meateaters, Tyranosaurus Bil! BBQ the suburbs and let the sauce flow! Any children? No, thanks, I'm stuffed!

Daddy's Little Helpers

Vector (vector1969@hotmail.com) from New York, New York , March 9, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

Keane's Id Is Our Ego - Or is it Vice-Versa?

In another spectacular feat of derring-do, Keane shows us why he continues to be the premiere provider of provcative, pointed, persuasive commentary on the state of who we are, where we've been and where the hell we're going. Keane, quite simply, has us under his fingertips with each masterful stroke of Dolly's 'do and every elliptical, mythological rise and fall of Billy's smirk. I continue to be humbled and, justifiably, make room on my shelf of the Western Cannon for this, one of the truly monumental accomplishments.

Enjoy Yourselves!

Kil Beane (melonhead@mutantpoodles.com) from locked in my bathroom , March 11, 1999 <Picture: 1 out of 5 stars>

I have nothing further to add to the excellent review below

I have absolutely nothing to add to the review below, which sums it all up very nicely. So it would be superfluous for me to submit a review at this time. If I should ever think of something to add to this review, however, I will be the first to know. Spank you very much.

A reader from beyond the pale , March 10, 1999 <Picture: 1 out of 5 stars>

Death would be welcome

A dumping of 125 "Family Circus" scribbles, which should never have been in book form, infest the pages of a work that follows the evil antics of Billy, Dolly, P.J., and Jeffy as they destroy the world around them. Enjoy yourself? I think not. Even when Bil turned into a Kafka-esque slug and Thel chased him down with a salt shaker could I even smile. Of course, I was born without smile muscles but that is beside the point. If life is a highway, Bil is the man impaled on the cracked orange traffic cone.

Hello Grandma

dm65@hotmail.com, Dave Matthews from Aliquippa, PA , March 12, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

Delightfulness

The front cover calls this book "Another delightful collection of Family Circus cartoons." Below this blurb, we see some of Bil Keane's most delightful (not to mention sexiest) art ever. In the background, the statuesque Thel (a.k.a. Mommy) wears butt-hugging yellow bell-bottoms (she definitely has BACK) as she glowers at a foregrounded Jeffy. He'd drawn on the wall behind her; now he cries several fat tears, stars floating around HIS butt (she must've given him QUITE a spanking) as he says the book's title into a telephone receiver. The back cover, meanwhile, quotes Bil Keane as saying that as a child, he used to spell his first name correctly until his father caught HIM drawing on the wall and "'knocked the 'L' out of'" him. Ah, child abuse--tres delightful. As for the cartoons actually in the book--well, if you find childish mispronunciations, childish stupidity, and the haplessness of cartoon Bil (a.k.a. Daddy) sidesplitting, then you know what paperback to buy, eh?

Pick Up What Things?

A reader from sweet sultry suburbia , March 11, 1999 <Picture: 4 out of 5 stars>

I loved it! Really!

A sweet set of charming toons for those of who are children, have children, are children at heart, or bake children in ovens. Keane's done it again with his whimsically naive creatures who inhabit the featureless void. Pick up what things? Those plastic soldiers might be a start. A fine addition to the Keane library of knowledge.

I'll Shovel the Cards

Mkatkutani@nytimes.com from Times Square, baby , March 10, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

A glimpse into darkness

Bil Keane, our master of modern day American angst depicts the desperate world of the young gambler. A young girl, trapped into a world of the fast hustler and the turn of the cards.

Her family, unaware of the deepning sickness, remain isolated in the placid suburbia where they remain isolated from the concerns of the world. Only when Dolly is threatened by late night visitors, Ida Know and Not Me, does her peril become clear.

Her brothers, rip asundered by years of conflict, are forced to pull together to save their sister from the Mob and herself. Can the angry young men over come their differences, forged in a turbulant childhood, to save what is left of their family.

The climax of this book is as searing as anything John Le Carre has ever written. Billy, Jeffy and PJ will become as seared in the imagination as George Smiley. But instead of the murky world of post-war Europe, it is in America's suburbia where the shadows hold menace and each turn of the cards is fraught with suspense.

Bil Keane is at the top of his game, leaving behind Le Carre and even Greene as the master of the shadow worlds, where every ally can be an enemy and every friend a weakness.

fishbones33@yahoo.com from Mountain View, CA , March 9, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

spellbinding

Containing all the fury and anger of the Beat poets, Bil Keane unleashes on society in the unrepentant "I'll Shovel the Cards", his much anticipated sequel to "Daddy's Cap is On Backwards."

You'll laugh out loud until your stomach hurts with Keane's depiction of "Billy's route to School" where Billy takes various side tracks on his way to school (including brief stops to pet a dog and to buy some candy, HILARIOUS!!!).

You'll come to the realization that "God is dead" with Keane's tenderly painted "Jeffy goes to Church" novella.

You'll cry tears of joy as Keane depicts the ,well-used but never tired, themes of "Ida Know" and the "Not Me" ghosts.

Your hand will be clenched in fists of rage as you witness the terrible destruction the evil demon beast Barfy can wreak upon a properly cleaned house (Poor Thel, she spent all day cleaning it!).

I can't wait to read "Sing Me a Loveaby"!!!!

unca_roy@boyz.com from Boystown, U.S.A. , March 9, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

Oing-a-rific!

Bil Keane has done it again! By introducing the pathos and the pain of his tortured characters, we are able to delve deeply into their minds, and, indeed, their very souls. While this book focuses on the speech impediment Dolly acquires as a result of her addiction to gambling, the other characters we've come to know and love are here, too. Jeffy's ego and his rage with his agent are obviuos to even the most casual reader. P.J.'s desire to get out of this carbon wasteland is evident, too, though one has to read the subtext of the book to pull that out.

All in all, a fine addition to the Keane library, and a book you'll certainly want to have in your collection if you're as into his work as Thel is into her Spic-n-Span.

commonplace@microsoft.com from Microsoft Labs, a secret underground base in Northern Colorado , March 9, 1999 <Picture: 4 out of 5 stars>

Here's wishing we could be more like Bill.

Since Bill Keane's extradition from Guatemala, his work has not been the same. His inability to cope with changing 21st Century ideals leaves him far behind such prolific modernists like Charles Schulz. However, Bill's grasp of the inadequacies of humanity to contend with our existence rivals that of Sarte. His panel with Dolly walking in on mommy and daddy, "That's disgusting!" is one whose immortality shall outstrip Plato or even Anne Rice. The Tennysonian discourse Billy has with Dead Grandpa, "Do you wear Depends in heaven?" is another of my personal favorites. Like coming to terms with Hallam's death, Billy uncovers another veil in the mystery that is humanity.

The silent social argumentum ad hominem between Barfy and PJ is not only adorable, but an undying discourse on the semantics of a lonely world in paradise. Billy's fourth page solo circle, with him trying on Daddy's clothes in front of a mirror and next page laughs go much deeper as well. Billy, the recipient of Lacan's mirror stage realizes he is but an object. These kids never grow, except in our hearts.

Bill, here's hoping "thy eternal summer shall not fade."

Strom Thurmond thastromeister@fatrichwhiteguyswithtoomuchtimeontheirhands.com from The good old US of A! , March 9, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

This type of smut must be outlawed!

Within the confines of this great Republic we call the United States, a quiet plowman infects our youth. No, not the iconographic Johnny Appleseed afforesting our tables with Mom's Apple Pie, but a more sinister, inauspicious cultivator. Bill Keane, once apprehended in Connecticut for his failure to pay alimony, has once again invenomed the wonderful world of the United States. This book, filled with the grossest immoralities and wickedness the Old Testament can't match, has been released to a largely unaware audience. We look upon the Ida Know character in this seething cauldron of angst Mr. Keane calls "Family Circus" as nothing more than a harmless imp, a Puck if you will, spreading mischief and innocent mayhem. But I say look closer friends, and recoil in the understanding that Ida Know has created the work of the devil. Cleverly backdropping this demonic entity into the idyllic paradise the family otherwise enjoys, Keane lulls us into believing that life is controlled by the whims of supernatural beings. I say, where's the American Family Circus? God has blessed this country with the greatest leaders in the world, but Keane's depiction is quite frankly blasphemous.

And it only gets worse, my fellow American. Read page 32 of this text. Little Billy is essentially forced to view his mother and father in a panel that pertains directly to the sexual. Barfy's bone? I don't think so. Then there's Uncle Roy's blatant lust for his NIECE! His flagrant homosexuality blazing across the pages with abandon! His frequent references to the sexual tension between Daddy and Neighbor Bob!

How much more can our country afford to lose? In the end, will there be a country worth fighting for if this smut is allowed to propogate? My fellow citizens, I am proposing a bill. Senate Bill #57684 will directly outlaw Bill Keane's outlandish and nauseating filth from the face of this great country once and for all.

Please email me with your name for a confidential petition getting this Bill off the ground. Thank you.

A reader from down the slippery slope to the Circle K , March 8, 1999 <Picture: 4 out of 5 stars>

Please Burn Baby Burn

Truly a moving exploration of Dolly's growing dissatifaction of life as she knew it with the rest of her bourgois family. Violent outbursts during family poker night, repeated abuse of No-Doz leading to amphetamine psychosis, and a morbid interest roadkill soon become useless in combating the festering boredom of the Keane household. All that changes once Dolly discovers the magic of a good jug of gasoline and a lighter. Anarchy takes on a melon headed shape as the neighborhood goes up in flames. Guest appearance by Uncle Roy as a firefighter. I award this 4 red stars and half a bear claw.

Mr?@lol.com from Butcrak, MI , March 8, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

The best Cowles/DC Comics crossover yet!

See what happens when the Joker sets up a hide-out in the Keane Neighborhood and Batman has to recruit the children to help him find it. Every single panel is full of soylent excitement as Poison Ivy lets loose her most devestating plant, the psychic fern!

The grim story climaxes when Jeffy and Billy double team Harly Quinn, and Dolly, armed only with her natural charms and a shovel, has to keep the Joker's razor edged cards at bay. All this happens while the Dark Knight recuperates after an encounter with the Keane matriarch, Thelma in a form fitting cat suit. Meow.

A reader from Ixtahuatl, New Jersey , March 5, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

I can't wait for the sequel!

I'll shovel the cards, and you shovel the dirt so we can bury Mommy in the back yard and collect the insurance! Yes, the plot thickens like blood pudding in this thriller from the beyond! The sombre plot is lightened by the cute capers of Dolly, Billy, Jeffy and the adorably retarded PJ as they artfully avoid being buggered repeatedly by Barfy, Sam, Dad, Not Me, Ida Know, Dead Grandpa, Still-living Grandpa, the weird sample lady at the grocery store, and the security-check lady at the airport! The climax comes finally when the card-carrying kiddies are introduced to the game of '52 pickup'. I can only somewhat sheepishly say, 'Thank Ewe, Bil!'

{note: the review above is posted twice at amazon.com}

jon@sysfs.com from San Francisco, CA , March 4, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

I'll Shovel the Praise!

What CAN'T Bil Keane do? In this far-reaching addition to his already prolific "Family Circus" opus, Mr. Keane shows us what Søren Kierkegaard, René Descartes and Ludwig Wittgenstein could not: that each of us needs a little Granpa, Jeffy and (yes), a little Thel in our lives if we want to truly understand wherein consciousness lies.

A reader from Bilthel, DFC (in the good ol' USA, mate!) , February 27, 1999 <Picture: 1 out of 5 stars>

Outdated humor keeps this book wher it is

This book is one of the last masterpieces written as American literature moved from what we call "Old English" (use the much cliched Olde if you must) to "New English." And trust me, it shows. Virtually every book ever written during this period, (essentially, around Twain's Huckleberry Finn), bears the same markings - incredibly lavish diction, complex structure and syntax, and all the elements that elevate your reading to that next level, where you're seeing beyond the simple plot and percieving Keene's masterful use of symbolism and metaphor, and are able to appreciate probably the last great novel written in before the literary revival of the late 1800s, then you'll consider this book a worthwhile read. Otherwise, you're better off using the four bucks for bus fare to visit Uncle Roy.

chasufarley@hotmail.com from Butte, MT , February 26, 1999 <Picture: 2 out of 5 stars>

I spent good money on this?

I really was looking forward to reading this book after reading about Mr. Keane's experiences doing slots back in his Vegas days. Imagine my disappointment when I found out how little this book had to do with card sharking! The only one in the Keane family to have any sort of a poker experience is daughter Dolly and her girlfriends. Bil seems to stick to the one topic he really understands; gin.

The only redeaming quality of this book is the interesting forward by Dr. G. Cuthbertson, PHD.

A reader from Arizona , December 22, 1998 <Picture: 4 out of 5 stars>

Bil Keane puts the "FUN" in "funny!"

I laughed so hard I felt like I was ripping my gut back in a frenzy of card play! Those cute, crazy, cartoon, Keane kids hold your interest wher it is. My favorites include the "Uncle Roy" visits, Jeffy's "hypno-hair", and of course the delightful "psychic fern." Mr. Keane definitely puts a funny Spinn on every day occurances.

policypam@aol.com from Chicago, IL , December 14, 1998 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

The kids are cute, the jokes are real, a must read!

What can I say? "I'll Shovel the Cards" is, quite frankly, a shovelful of fun! This installment of the crazy adventures of the Keane clan is a real keeper. Previous Family Circus collections have always been heartfelt, hilarious, and oh so true, and this one is no exception. Pick up "I'll Shovel the Cards" today!

A reader from Atlanta , December 13, 1998 <Picture: 4 out of 5 stars>

He's still got it, baby!

Bil Keane's work is as fresh today as it was 30 years ago. Whoever said that you can't judge a book by its cover has certainly never read "I'll Shovel..." Hilarity awaits readers of all ages as Bil's children continually struggle to master the English language, ponder God, and compete for their parents' affection. Kudos, Mr. Keane...Kudos!

Cal Tollefson from Amarillo, TX , December 12, 1998 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

Sad Clown humor Done Right

Bil Keane's work not only touches the heart but also the soul as he dissects the inner working of a painful gambling addiction in this very special edition entitled "I'll Shovel the Cards". I cried when I read it. It was that good.

The Family Circus Sings at Home

Mr?@lol.com from Ryl, Ohio , March 10, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

Perfect chants to summon the Olde Ones to your festivities!

The only thing in my music collection that sounds great playing backwards and forwards, The Family Circus Sings at Home is a collection of etherial melodies and impossible rythims that will have your body swaying almost on it's own.

These songs of power can rend your heart literally with their addictive harmonics. There should be a general disclaimer to not play Song Number 6, because it is just that powerfuly good. Consider yourself happily warned.

I'm Wearin' a Zucchini!

Average Customer Review: Number of Reviews: 1

Dr. Poodle (sickpoodles@mutantdog.com) from No Permanent Address , February 10, 1999

Excellent portrayals of various enticing vegetables

This book is a fine introduction to the creative use of vegetables. Dolly's various poses while wearing various food items was especially instructive. I also thought the use of melons was exemplary. I give it two thumbs way the heck up.

Lyric Language-Swedish/English Series No. 1 : Learn Swedish the Fun Way! (Book and Cassette)

A reader from Electrolux Corporate Headquaters, Sveden , March 12, 1999 <Picture: 4 out of 5 stars>

Good Book Yes You Read Must Now!

I am must be telling this in the language mine: Gestörter Autor Bil Keane malt dennoch ein anderes rückwärts europäisches Land in eine Ecke. In diesem throbbing Text erklärt Bil uns in so vielen Wörtern, daß er es auf der Unterseite mag, nicht ohne die Kinder, die auch nicht betroffen sind. Versuchen Sie, nicht an Jeffy ohne seine Hosen an zu denken.

Also recommended: 'Nicht an Dolly' die Herr Keane, und 'Jeffy Rasieren! Rasieren!' zu die Keane.

william@keane.net from Keaneston, AZ , March 5, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

The best Family Circus book ever!!!

Having been a longtime fan of Bil Keane's wonderful and wholesome Family Circus cartoons, I have to say that "Lyric Language-Swedish/English Series No. 1: Learn Swedish the Fun Way!" has to be my favorite off all the books. I hurt my sides from laughing. I doubt Bil Keane will ever top himself. I would give this book 10 stars if I could.

I Could Hear Chewing (Family Circus)

BertConvey@theindianofthegroup.com from Moscow, Russia , March 10, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

I can hear the underbelly

Simple? Yes. Simplistic? No. The very doom of mankind resonates through Uber-Comic Keane's latest stream-of-consciousness opus. The underbelly of the beast that is the nuclear family shows white and wide in the post-Lynchian nightmare that is "I Could Hear Chewing". Keane fleshes out the character of Kitty-Kat this time around, and we find out the sordid reasons behind his obviously artificial John-Doe every-cat personality. Billy buys the liqour, Dolly buys the cups and ice. Thel's crack-whore background catches up to her near the end, and Keane's use of Vagner's "Ride of the Valkries" to suggest emotional napalm makes brings the Family (note the Manson reference) full-circle, and the result - gunfire, arson, and a suggestive interspecies pas-de-deux - make the the most Tarantino-esque of all of Keane's tomes. Not for the morbid.

Ras Tafari (dogbreath@mutantpoodles.com) from back from the dead , March 9, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

This book saved my life

This book saved my life, because I used to be a heavy drug user who just couldn't seem to get the monkey off my back, but then I happened upon this book in the dumpster behind the K-Mart, and since it was too wet to burn for heat, I began paging through it, and BAM it was like a revelation! The subtle truth and wisdom of the puritan ethic and the suburban creed crystallized before me in a mere moment, and I gave up drugs right there on the spot. Except for the occasional cup of cappuccino, that is. Thank you, Bil Keane!

I'm Already Tucked In

Jerry Falwell (quack@duck.com) from Spinn City USA , March 9, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

A mind-boggling roller coaster ride through suburban heck

A picture is worth a thousand words, but a solitary Family Circus panel is worth a thousand laughs. Such is the case with this collection of side-splitting social commentary. My favorites were the panels captioned, "Hey, whose hand is that??" and "But you've already tucked me in five times tonight. It hurts."

Family Circus We're Home!

Mr?@lol.com from Carman, Sandiego , March 11, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

Be warned, they have arrived

The family circus gang try to make it home after their latest camping trip, but get sidetracked and lost along the way. In this Ulysses-like epic, watch the family attempt to deal with all the problems they encounter with the blissful ignorance that has been their nature since the fifties.

Bil also gets creative as he shows the Keanes try to make it across places like Washington DC, the surface of the moon, and a strange void they stumble into. Eventually, they make it back to their own place and time, but look at the fun ryllians Olde Ones they brought back.

I have no clue how one can combine the styles of Lovecraft, Hunter S. Thomson, and Homer into one book, but Bil Keane manages to keep it entertaining at least.

A reader from Funny Book, City , February 16, 1999 <Picture: 1 out of 5 stars>

Great!!!

This is one of the funniest books I have ever, I repeat, ever read!!! Please read this book!! It's great!!

I Just Dropped Grandma

A reader from Matrix, New Zealand , March 11, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

But it beats dropping acid.

In the dystopian future where multi-national conglomarates have near ruling power, a new drug is developed. Codename: Grandma, this psycotropic depressant makes you act like every stranger that you meet is your grandchild. You are left completly trusting in a vauge void of meaningless pleasantries, compulsions to clean everything to a fine shine, and bake unrecognizable and undigestable cookies untill an overdose will have you going back and forth in a rocking chair.

The only person who can stop the spread of this fearsome new drug is cybernetically enhanced Detective Jeffy 'Oinger' Keane. Along the way, he meets unusual charagters like sleasy Joygirl, Thelma; Fierce Dolly, and Kittycat, the cat with an artificial intelligence.

Will they be able to take on the ruthless PJ Enterprises LTD and stop the spread of their uberdrug? Read this thrilling novel that some consider better than Gibson's Neuromancer.

Look! a Flutterby! (Family Circus)

A breeder (poodles@dogmeat.com) from somewhere near Iowa , March 6, 1999 <Picture: 3 out of 5 stars>

A natural plot line progression, but stale

Well, after about a thousand years (or so it seems) of mining the tired old nugget of mispronounced foods for laughs, Keane turns his wit and artistry toward new heights, by tapping the potential for mispronounced insects. What at first seems an ingenious device, however, soon falls flat with constant repetition and overuse. The "flutterby" panel elicits an involuntary grin, due do the pleasing phonics involved, but other faux pas of diction to follow, such as "patercillar", "bady lug" and "bung-deetle" are not nearly so captivating. I do recommend this book for youngsters, however, as it serves to bolster their ego, to see children even stupider than themselves. This partially redeems this otherwise monumentally mediocre work.

Your Family Circus Sitter Information

A reader from Butlog, South Dakota , March 9, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

The quintessential guide for the lonely bachelor on scoring

Bil Keane, how to describe the sheer magnitude of this man's efforts to explain our meager, seemingly worthless existence in a shiny, brightly-colored circular panel? Unadulterated genius. The man's grasp of Pythagorean syncretism and Platonic transcendence reaches an all-new high with Your FC Sitter Info. Keane's kids are all grown up and repeatedly engage Mommy and Daddy in interlocution on the relevance of a dystopian society in relationship to the Hegelian Dialectic. Sadly this book did not teach me how to be a better babysitter. Billy, now a drug pusher, attempts to "inform" the reader of the consumption of the lumpenproletariat's ideology. The other kids are homeless, pull into the driveway in their 67 Charger and proceed to rob and steal from Mommy and Daddy, then steal everything they have. Tune on, turn in, and burn out with those loveable descendents of Cro-Magnon man, the Family Circus kids! Overall, the best book I've read since the Essays of Francis Bacon.

PJ's Barefoot All Over!

A reader from Leavenworth, KS , February 2, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

Barefoot Is Best!

It's no wonder this book is out-of-print. The uptight holier-than-thou attitudes of the '90s, as exemplified by our current president, could not withstand the brutal honesty of these very special drawings of P.J. Yes, he's barefoot all over, and he's proud of it. His father, Bil, is equally proud and the drawings of "barefoot" P.J. are wonderful expressions of Bil's special love for his youngest son. We can only hope that with this book out of print, that Jeffy--the true star of The Family Circus--doesn't find out that there's been a book dedicated to another member of this very close, yet sometimes dysfunctional, family.

A reader from Texas , January 30, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

Not your typical Family Circus book!

Nothing can warm my heart like the adorable moppets of the Family Circus! And this is not your typical Family Circus book, either! In this volume Bil Keane, while never quite leaving the 50's, explores the sensual, yet innocent side of childhood in the style of contemporary artists like Jock Sturges and Sally Mann. A must for collectors!

Can I Have a Cookie?

A reader from Jeopardy, AZ , March 10, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

But won't Blondie be jealous?

Watch as hilarity ensue when the Keane Klan visit the world of Blondie. See Thel, Dolly, Blondie, and Cookie open a new type of catering service while Bil, Uncle Roy shows Dagwood how to make a better sandwich.

This is a great book if you can find it. I reguraly read mine before I go to sleep, or in the bathroom. It is a shame that most of the copies were tracked down and burned by Dean Young, creator of Blondie.

A reader from Boston , February 26, 1999 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

....and a tall glass of Thel!

this is no more a waste of money than this review is a waste of space.....but my god Thel is a hottie.....

Family Circus Oops We're Out of Juice

A reader from Boston, MA , March 1, 1999

Billy's foray into hip-hop culture is all-dat!

When the kids start listening to Snoop Dog, Bil and Thel have to lock up the gin! Those are some strong after-school snacks!!

Family Circus Colorful Life

policypam@aol.com from Chicago, IL , December 12, 1998 <Picture: 5 out of 5 stars>

Both heartwarming and hilarious--a must read FC anthology!

It's a colorful life indeed with America's most lovable family. Like every Family Circus collection, we are treated to moments of childhood poignancy mixed in with uproariously funny bites of everyday family life. I guarantee that anyone who buys this book will be torn between cutting favorite panels out to post on the refrigerator and preserving this record of the adventures of the Keane clan.

Previous installments of the Family Circus saga have always been touching, funny, and oh-so-true, and this volume does not disappoint--pick up "Colorful Life" today!

PJ's Still Hungry

A reader from Boston , February 19, 1999

Disturbing but poignant look at adolescent obesity!

Keane's departure from his traditionally elegant and profoundly simple wit in "Pj's Still Hungry", is a refreshing but ample exposure to his exploration of the darker side of the human condition. Rather than to induce giggles from his broad readership with flagrant ridicule of children with speech impediments and children who rely on invisible friends to abjure personal responsibility, Keane shows us the effects of Billy's, Dolly's, and Jeffy's years in the spotlight on attention-starved PJ, a hunger which manifests itself through his uncontrollable eating. Watch PJ balloon to a 150-pound infant, while Billy ignores his brother's cries for help and walks around the neighborhood, exploring trash cans and bird's nests, Dolly talks to her dead grandfather, and Jeffy has a fling with Ida Know after she knocks over a lamp.

As PJ keeps eating and becomes more rotund, Keane accomodates this shift in the familial harmony of the "Circus" by introducing square cartoon panels, This dramatic tool, which allows PJ to actually fit in the cartoon frame, foreshadows the inevitable demise of peace within the family. When PJ tries to eat Kittykat, he's off to fat camp for the denouement - no doubt to return for wacky adventures with a kinder, gentler Family Circus.

Revies posted at www.barnesandnoble.com

The Best of Bombeck

Number of Reviews: 1 Average Rating: <Star>

Jeffy (mutantdog@aol.com), a tweezer repairman from Dubuque, January 8, 1999, <Star>

A low point in the History of Publishing

Erma Bombeck's 'wit' depressed me immeasurably. It took me three days and several fairly potent medication treatments just to get over the melancholy from reading this book. Maybe it was the illustrations. They were abysmal. Unfit for even the bird cage...although my bird's response to this book was most appropriate.

Also recommended: Knock Knock Knockin on Heaven's Gate, The Care and Feeding of Melons

I Had A Frightmare!

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Loren Bivens, a shade darker than taupe, March 6, 1999, <Picture><Picture><Picture>

Travelling through Hyperspace with Bil Keane!

I couldn't sleep for DAYS after reading this page-turner by the oh-so-deservedly underrated Bil Keane. What happened to Thel? Bil went all out in making the edges sharper, the heads melonier, the spoonerisms loopier, and the brandy courvoisier. To call his work original is a disservice. To point out that it's just a bunch of rehashed thefts of Readers Digest slug fillers is too close to the mark. The reader's greatest hope is that Bil will someday find a plot line more complicated than a TV Guide crossword puzzle. Enjoy!

Also recommended: Litton's 'Installing Your Litton MU-882 Under-counter Microwave Oven' and 'The Magical Fruit'

A reviewer (Mr. ?@void.floating.com), January 5, 1999, <Picture><Picture><Picture><Picture><Picture>

You CAN'T think not nice things about this book.

This book is a must have for all Jeffy Fans. Bil Keanes 'art' is trully mistyfing. He manages to portray post-nuclear family values in a humor all his own. The pictures range from the surreal 'Kittycat goes trainspotting in the toilet' to 'Nothing but void'. In this book, Grandpa Keane's Ghost cames to help with Jeffy's Frightmares, like the one where Jeffy isn't featured in a panel. At the end, they both, along with mischeivous spectres Not Me and Ida Know, must confront The Frightmaster in a heartwarming manner before going to back sleep with Uncle Roy. This book will truly keep you psychically planted wher you stand. Keane's best frenzied trip through family life yet.>>

Sing Me a Loveaby?

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Randy Mantooth, a part time televison actor, age 54, March 6, 1999, <Picture><Picture><Picture><Picture>

Bil Keane Could be MY Dad!

I can't ever be sure if Bil is writing about his own family or mine when he pens these witty little essay-bubbles on ticky-tacky housing. I mean, my mom always said Bil was never one to admit anybody's paternity, and courts aside, he's one clever man to hide his loot from the prying hands of child support enforcement agencies. It's quite astounding how much a simple inker can get away with, and this little treatise is yet another example of the failure of our courts. Bravo, Daddy Bil!

Also recommended: I identified strongly with his previous small-issue copies of 'I'm Not Made of Money!' and 'You'll Need a Writ to Get a Blood Test Outta Me!' Bil sure is prolific, in more ways than just paper.

Speedy the Wonder Salmon (elflust@wheritis.com), a very fast salmon, March 5, 1999, <Picture><Picture><Picture><Picture><Picture>

Love Holds this Family Wher It Is!

You'll laugh until you trip into a frenzy with this new collection of cartoons about the loveable, slightly retarded, Family Circus. Despite their humorous deformities (melon-shaped heads, arms too short to reach their waists), these kids will tickle your funny bone in ways you never imagined! My favorite sequence begins with an unexpected midnight visit from Uncle Roy, and ends with a hilariouis trip to the emergency room! I almost vomited from laughter!

Also recommended: Daddy, Why is Uncle Roy in Your Bed? Are We Ever Going to Bury Kittycat? Dolly's Evil Urges

A reviewer, I'm a 34 year old Family Circus Fan, December 29, 1998, <Star><Star><Star><Star><Star>

Keane strikes gold-- Again!

This book is by far Keane's best-- unlike his others, much of the focus is on precicious little Jeffy, who is so hypnotizing that he could probably carry the strip all by himself. I especially liked the 'Thel on vacation' subplot, where the family must (humorously, of course) learn to fend for themselves. When Bil and Uncle Roy try to make a sandwich with the kids-- I just about laughed out loud! This book'll definitely keep you glued wher you are, and you'll have so much fun that you'll be gripping your gut back in plenty of laugh-pain!

Also recommended: Other comic-strip books I enjoy include the 'Daddy, Where'd the Tent Go?' series, and my kids love 'Come Chirping with the Butter Mutts.' (Those are sort of hard to find, though)

What Does This Say?

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Simon Birch (trippingonmynutsack@yahoo.com), a unemployed Cartoonist, December 14, 1998, <Star><Star><Star><Star><Star>

Family Circus

I got this book for my 4 year old kid, he loved it. He loves Jeffy the most, and can't get enough of him. The only downside to the book is that he has picked up on the cute mispronounciations like 'sp'ghetti' and 'dikplay' that Bil uses to capture the phoenetics of his children. Thoroughly enjoyable throughout, I would recomend this book to all Unemployed fathers and Stepford wives everywhere.

Also recommended: 'What's in Uncle Roy's Black Bag?' 'The Pyshic Fern and Other Bedtime Stories' 'Megolomania and Other Social Diseases'

I'll Shovel the Cards

Number of Reviews: 2 Average Rating: <Star><Star><Star>

Dr. Poodle (sickpoodles@mutantdog.com), a licensed poodle psychologist, January 19, 1999, <Star>

A Frenzy of Tricky Wordplay

This book answers the age-old question, 'How many times can a talentless cartooning hack recycle the same lame ideas before the public wises up?'. After ingesting this lukewarm, reheated drivel, it is clear to me that the answer is a resounding, 'Infinity plus one!'. Golly...isn't it just Darling when small children mispronounce words in a clever way....for the EIGHTEEN-MILLIONTH TIME??? You bet! As Jeffy says, 'Cheese 'n Crackers, Got All muddy!'

Also recommended: 'How to Draw Various Fruit', by B. Keane, and 'Genome Mapping of the Common Sand-Rat' by M. Dog

A reviewer, a reader from Vancouver., December 30, 1998, <Star><Star><Star><Star>

Bil Keane Does It Again!

Bil Keane proves once again why he still is America's master of wit. His minimalist drawing style along with his humourous observations of stay-at-home fatherhood will bring a smile to even the most unhappy camper. Who wouldn't laugh when Billy asks 'Why won't Dolly share her flashlight with me?', or when Jeffy brags that 'We've got the shinyest refrigerator in town!'. It will certainly fill that featureless void in the family bookshelf.

Also recommended: Guilty Pleasures

Daddy's Cap Is on Backwards

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M. Dog (dogdrool@pavlov.com), a boneless chicken rancher, says:, January 15, 1999, <Star><Star><Star><Star><Star>

You will laugh your socks off

Bil Keane, that King-Mother Poobah of minimalist drawing, has done it again. His Dali-esque renderings of reality into incomprehesible squiggles is one of my great joys in life, the other being drill bit collecting. Watch and laugh as the amusing Keane spawn wear various articles of clothing backwards. I almost laughed my brains out!

Also recommended: Canine Genome Mapping, The Family Circus Camping Guide, Where to Go in Iowa

Lyric Language-Swedish/English Series No. 1 : Learn Swedish the Fun Way!

Bill Keane (Illustrator)

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Frau Blucher, in english classe but good!, March 6, 1999, <Picture><Picture><Picture><Picture>

Good Book Yes You Read Now!

Also recommended: 'Nicht an Dolly' die Herr Keane, und 'Jeffy Rasieren! Rasieren!' zu die Keane.

M. Dog (cão do mutant@tongue.com), an unemployed dog-breeder from Iowa, January 21, 1999, <Star><Star><Star><Star>

Bil Keane comete um outro crime de encontro ao humor.

Uma vez que o effluent da pena de Bil Keane foi permitido outra vez desonrar o remains de árvores inoperantes. Não há algum tipo da legislação que nós pode a passagem outlaw este Pablum? Quem porá um batente a este madman? Não Mim! cão do mutant

Also recommended: A Arte Fina do Reparo de Tweezer, Avançados Trout-Spackling

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