Those last two panels were impossibly sweet. So I can’t understand the Oniony Ninjas.
We think it’s one of those rings you use to keep a pie crust from burning. With clothespin decorations.
Seconded. I tried googling and I’m still totally uninformed on this.
Nobody’s paying any of us to be the Grammar Police! :)
A hiss from the tongue behind the front teeth works fine too. But mostly I just scowl out a “Hey! Hey!”
If there were “good” scissors in my childhood home, they were mine. My mom didn’t sew. I believe I was still in grade school when my father bought a brand new state of the art Singer sewing machine—possibly as a passive-aggressive present for my mom—and she sent me to the free lessons that came with it.
We were all surprised to hear it out of the blue a few days ago.
This sounds like the slippery slope to infinite regression.
I do not feel that ikini GROANED sufficiently at this egregious remark.