Maybe a good sandblasting in lieu of paint….
I think he’s one of those Upstate Sothothes. You know, those rich, stuck-up Soul Reapers that all drive a Prius.
The second derivative of progress is called jerk.
Would you mind getting the door, hon? I have to, uh, um….
It’s not how big they are; it’s all in how well you carry them.
Both e and y!
He seems to be in a fowl mood.
What a horribly small world one must live in that doesn’t permit a second single-panel comic. There are some I like less than others, and I’ve found a clever way to deal with them: I don’t read them, and I certainly don’t spend the time to comment on them.
I caught that, too. Also (less relevant, I think), la cuna is Spanish for “the cradle”.