Man, I’ll bet those Moon people can make some dynamite toast!
I call him “Orangey McTinyhands”.
Yeesh. Suburban fertility rites.
Earl has definitely got his finger on the pulse of what it takes to make a cartoonist.
You don’t normally see characters depart this strip with any sort of actual fanfare. (Toot, indeed!) Usually they just stop showing up.
Order it through DoorDash. I could use the tips.
Yes. I’d forgotten that cats don’t quite understand “pretending” the way we do. First time I let out a feline hiss in front of a cat he freaked out; apparently thought I was serious.
Somewhere around here I have albums by Berlin, Hiroshima and Nazareth. On cassette.
I try to do that myself, but the cats will have none of it.
Let’s hope Cupertino doesn’t get wind of this….