What can one say about Lug Nuts that hasn't already been said? Pretty much everything, really. There aren't a lot of people talking about it, including J.C. Duffy. Especially in mixed company. This rambling paragraph will blow the lid off that conspiracy of silence, unless the lid is too heavy, like a manhole cover. That leads to hernias. Better to let sleeping dogs lie, and metaphors mix. Suffice it to say that this is a comic strip with baseless delusions of grandeur, prompting occasional forays into uncharted territory, a dark forest where head-scratching and madness lurk behind every hollow log and a hollow leg. Fasten your spats, and if you're on your bike, wear white. Remember to tip your waitress, and if a horse answers, hang up.