Ooooh! The barf bags are artisanal! They’ll sell well in Vermont.
He’s wearing a onesie? No wonder Leo keeps trying to kill him
Why did his arm have to be up and out?
Now spread on some tanning butter…and raspberry preserves…
Oh, he’s in plenty of danger right now
Ba dum dum
Could the lovely Cinnamon actually be the dreaded Star Anise?!? And would that make her sister the dreaded Churro?!? Tune in tomorrow, Same KA-Chennel, Same KA-Time!
I’m sure I’ll get flamed for this, but here’s my point of view on the whole ’I’ve stopped talking to so-and-so because they did/didn’t vote for Trump’ schtick. I’ve lost friends and loved ones for various reasons: time and distance, mental illness, cancer, and car accidents to name a few. So when I hear someone talk about how they ghosted this person or stopped talking to Cousin Earl because he started talking about what he heard on Fox/CNN last night, I get a little ticked. There are people I would dearly love to get a chance to see one more time. And yeah, I didn’t always agree with them and yeah, some of them held views I considered kind of nuts. But that doesn’t matter because they are GONE. And I will never, ever get the chance to meet them again. Who they would have voted for is not even on my radar. If you’re ticked off at so-and-so because they’re a boob, fine. But own up and say it’s because they’re a boob. If the only reason you can come up with to stop talking to someone is how they feel about Trump/Clinton/Warren/McConnell/Random-Name-Here, please cut all of your ties with everyone else right away. Because frankly you don’t deserve friends or loved ones.
This is the only political cartoon you’ll ever need.
Ah. I was looking forward to RJ’s first solo adventure. In this universe. Since he grew up.