Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and they had to call in a psychiatrist.
Radar.
Are you nuts? Move out.
But he‘s only got eyes for Hot Lips.
— I‘m worried about Hawkeye. —We|l, I wouldn‘t be.
I‘ll be sure to send home for that book by Sergeant Freud.
Either that or two Wednesdays.
Right after we get something to drink.
[Laughing] And——
J‘JUapanese]
Go on, please.
I have a psychiatrist friend in the 423rd Evac.
in which you didn‘t come out smelling like a well—adjusted rose?
— Neither do |. —I agree.
Actually, I was on the outside, fixing a hole in the tent.
— I would say stress. — Yeah, yeah.
Waita minute. What did you have in mind?
Get offme, you animal!
- ## [ Continues Humming ] - Liver?
Our first fight.
|waited foryou in the bar until 4:00 am. You never came.
[ Screaming Continues]
— Pierce—— — Arrow.