The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for September 21, 2010
September 20, 2010
September 22, 2010
Transcript:
Spider: My husband's body? I guess put the leftovers - Bug: Remains, ma'am. Spider: Yes, put the remains in a to-go box. Bug: Urn, ma'am. Spider: Yes, urn.
margueritem over 13 years ago
He’s unfamiliar with Black Widows…
Coyoty Premium Member over 13 years ago
First he takes her out, then he’s take-out.
MontanaLady over 13 years ago
Would that be BBQ’ed, Mam?
lewisbower over 13 years ago
Does this parlour provide plastic knives and forks?
cdward over 13 years ago
The funeral next door is for Mrs. Praying Mantis. It’ll be closed coffin.
shar366 over 13 years ago
Just like a black widow, love ‘em then eat ‘em.
GROG Premium Member over 13 years ago
She’s not choked up about the loss. Hope she chokes on him.
lobkiller over 13 years ago
“urn”, sure, ya, Oh what a tangled web we weave…
Digital Frog over 13 years ago
LOL tcayer - Nice Monty Python reference
She’d done this before - her backyard is a regular Garden of Eaten…
osceola over 13 years ago
And I’d like a word with the butcher. Coroner ma’am.
Iwa Iniki over 13 years ago
After killing her mate, the black widow eats him.
corzak over 13 years ago
Be sure to marinate … er, embalm, the body.
hellsloth over 13 years ago
its his turn to get eaten
JP Steve Premium Member over 13 years ago
He was a university graduate – he attended Eaten!