Man I remember reading your strips back in the early 2000's. Sat there with a pizza stained futon that no one bothered to clean. A keyboard on my lap and a bare ass house to go with it. Peak uni experience.

There's still pizza stains on the couch these days but I can blame the kids now.

He is humble, funny, and inappropriate as only boomers are. I never saw him yell, but I heard a fair bit of good-natured swearing. He looked after his people and everyone did their job without fuss.

I hope the next guy isn’t a dick.

There is so much joy in the act of creation. True satisfaction some would say.
Stop stealing from your own future happiness.

Integrity and outspoken authenticity seem to be the only panacea to these poorly planned puddles of puerile piss.

I think using the internet and Ai should help remove barriers to true human creative expression.
Not seek to replace it entirely.

If my theory is correct we can just leave them in their bubble long enough and eventually they'll be too stupid to breed.

I've been chased with utensils once or twice. 😆

Ooooooh! This is about to get good!

I should mention that my loving wife has different view of this little ritual.
She describes this entirely innocuous habit as a "calculated campaign of terror designed to make me shit my pants."

I mean, can't it be both?

#domesticbliss #comedy #TwoBitBuddha

Yo Dawg, I heard you like brownshirts...

I mean I kind of assumed this guy would work for ice already?
Exactly how low are the standards and where do they begin?

😆
I will read any romance novel written like this.

Out loud, on the bus.

These scars force our hands to be stilled, our conversations be rehearsed, voices humbled and hearts broken.

"Why can't you just be normal?"

"Bitch I'm Trying!"

They'll get the idea.

MAN WHAT'S HE TALKIN BOUT PIGS CAN'T LOOK UP???
Have you ever tried lifting a "complete" pork loin? Hmmm? Pointing a porker? Them chubby little shits are heavy as fuck and wriggly as hell!
Nuh uh, I say save time. Wait until just before dinner and wiggle a pork chop out the window.

Dear Belgium, stop being such a pussy.
Dear Hungary, fuck you, you know what you did.