Peanuts by Charles Schulz for January 04, 1976

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Snoopy lies on his back on the side of his doghouse's roof. He thinks,"Why doesn't somebody just shoot me, and get it over with?" He sits up with a hangover, sticks his tongue out, and says,"Bleh!"<BR><BR> He looks over the edge of the doghouse and thinks,"Oh, why do I go to Woodstock's New Year's parties? I feel awful!" He lies on his back and exclaims miserably.<BR><BR> He grits his teeth as pain comes from his stomach; he thinks,"Now I have to lie here, and listen to my stomach complain....so I ate thirty pizzas! Is that so many?"<BR><BR> He sits up with a shock expression as pain comes from his head; he thinks,"Ow! Now my head is complaning!" "What's so bad about drinking fifty-four root beers?"<BR><BR> He lies on his back and looks down at his feet as they start to throb. He thinks,"I knew my feet would be next...." He sits up and looks at them thinking,"I only danced until five in the morning..."<BR><BR> He lies down again as his whole body starts to complain in pain. He thinks,"Complain, complain, complain!"<BR><BR> He thinks,"The next time I go someplace, I'll leave you all home!"<BR><BR>