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Better him than me
You are successfully maintaining your level of sickness. Bravo!
What’s “my” level of sickness?
ok…..”our” level of sickness….
ah…reason 565 I remain vegan. Though, tonight my pup protested her vegan diet and killed a mouse before I could stop her. I felt so bad… turn that into a ‘toon (wink), cheers ~
Are you commissioning me for something?
My fee is a date, a story and ten bucks an hour.
Shall we meet at the WordPress virtual bar, then… I shall like to watch you fashion my ‘toon while I tell you a story ~
Since I cannot delete my first snarky reply… I shall just add that I am actually considering this as it would be cool to have a Posky original. No deadline for date & I shall keep story short for I is poor, cheers ~
I am on heavy dose of pain meds so this comic makes sense to me! ^_^
Had I seen this in the New Yorker I might have dismissed it as “Huh? I don’t get it.” Sadly this is not the New Yorker so I do get it. Very sad indeed. Good comment. Keep up the good work.
If something like this ended up in the New Yorker it would be because they were trying to appeal to a certain difficult to reach demographic or I had taken over the place and released an issue before the police managed to take me down.
Duck soup yummy! Stop feeding them grains and they eat their own hmmmmm.
I enjoy the tags. Swans ARE jerks.
Dear Mr. Posky,
Mother Hen is in a fowl mood now, and it is all your fault.
Swan murderer!
She is going to get her smelling salts now.
Tragically yours,
Mother Hen