I loved “Garfield” when it first came out. My friends and I would laugh and laugh reading those first three books. (It was also the beginning of me wishing for comprehensive comic strip collections; it wasn’t until a few years ago that “Peanuts” finally got the treatment it deserves.)
“Garfield” rapidly became useless and unfunny. But along comes Garfield Minus Garfield. Take Garfield out of “Garfield” and what do you get? Pure existential hilarity. I hope it’s okay for me to reprint the sample below. If not, I’m sure I’ll be hearing from someone.



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