So…they spent like a million days moving tables, and then…LEFT THE TABLES?! ALONE? OUT in the BAKING SUN? Why is this strip suddenly NOT about tables?! Tom, your demographic right now is CRAZY MAN SCREAMING WHERE TABLES BE?!?! AAAAHHH. And, I dunno, people missing arms, I ain’t the God here Tom, that’s your job.
Hello! I am a 1948 British tea trolley, and have nothing to say. Since this is the comments, I’ll say it anyway. Again, this is the 1948 tea trolley, cheerio luv!
INCEL: “They don’t see a Nice Guy when he’s right in front of them, THOSE B—(horrifyingly long list of misogynistic slurs) when he’s RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM! Nice Guys like ME! I hate those (horrifyingly long list of misogynistic slurs)!! Why don’t they want a nice guy like ME!” (repeat previous until end of time)
So…they spent like a million days moving tables, and then…LEFT THE TABLES?! ALONE? OUT in the BAKING SUN? Why is this strip suddenly NOT about tables?! Tom, your demographic right now is CRAZY MAN SCREAMING WHERE TABLES BE?!?! AAAAHHH. And, I dunno, people missing arms, I ain’t the God here Tom, that’s your job.