Thanks for the earworm so early in the morning!
I was sure I was going to get rerouted to “Cyanide and Happiness.”
With “love” like that who needs hatred or indifference to have their heart broken?
It took me forever to see that the shadows spell “man.” So God casts his radiance upon Man, and we use it to work the earth? Good deal. Thanks, Ra!
Sigh I used to have a boyfriend built like Pop but in a very compact package. I always imagine Pop being about his height, about 5’6", which would make everybody else in this strip tiny, but hey, it’s a comic, and it’s my fantasy, and anything’s possible. (I’m glad my husbear doesn’t read these comments.) ;-D
They worked very hard to earn the hatred of decent people everywhere. We’d be ingrates to disappoint them now.
Not the cartoon dog, anyway.
Sweet, but shouldn’t the cat be in Dad’s arms, bawling? We all know the dog and cat were best buds. (If this toon is referencing the loss of your real-life dog, I’m sorry for your loss, Harry.)
It’s “fat lady,” not “fat ass,” you orange imbecile.
By your command!