I can't get past the hemmoroid cushions. Especially the unsightly and unsanitary stains. And - Toby! That is a very un-ladylike position. Behave yourself or I shall call Mrs. Worth!
Yes, Ian, I will try to understand why you do what you do. Why you go to that school-thingy-place and teach people reading or something or other for whatever reason...why you wear that style of beard when you're not Amish...why you stole that awful green jacket from Wilbur and wear it every day...
Aww... look. The Sasquatch and the bimbo positioned as an awkward mannequin trying to approximate a human hug are having a nauseating moment together wallowing in the glow of their co-dependence. Isn't that special!
I sense a pool party in our future! (Maybe even new characters!) Margaritas, swimming, gossip, salmon squares, and chicken salad appetizers! Ah, the good life!
Toby is sending such mixed messages- pretending to make up, while head-butting Ian in the eye. And all with such a faraway, no, vacant look in her eyes. So weird. So scary. Run, Ian, as far as your mossy coat and you can!
Sunday: It says that Ian come home to find Toby waiting for him. The next panel, however, shows them sitting on a couch with Mary's anal pillows. Does Charterstone require all apartments to have the same Prep H pillows? I'd really like to read that condo's charter.
Uh-oh! Date night at the Bum Boat--- and there will be Mary, smugly simpering away while she tells D-Jeff about how wonderful she is. Or will the good doctor jump up in alarm, shouting, good gravy, man, you've got a giant fungus growing all over your torso!
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I can't get past the hemmoroid cushions. Especially the unsightly and unsanitary stains. And - Toby! That is a very un-ladylike position. Behave yourself or I shall call Mrs. Worth!
Yes, Ian, I will try to understand why you do what you do. Why you go to that school-thingy-place and teach people reading or something or other for whatever reason...why you wear that style of beard when you're not Amish...why you stole that awful green jacket from Wilbur and wear it every day...
Is there a body language translator in the house? No? Good. Let this divan dance remain mysterious and disturbing.
Aww... look. The Sasquatch and the bimbo positioned as an awkward mannequin trying to approximate a human hug are having a nauseating moment together wallowing in the glow of their co-dependence. Isn't that special!
Toby is scary as can be in the first panel. Happy Halloween two weeks early, everyone.
I sense a pool party in our future! (Maybe even new characters!) Margaritas, swimming, gossip, salmon squares, and chicken salad appetizers! Ah, the good life!
Toby is sending such mixed messages- pretending to make up, while head-butting Ian in the eye. And all with such a faraway, no, vacant look in her eyes. So weird. So scary. Run, Ian, as far as your mossy coat and you can!
What needs does she have besides some clay and a bottle of vodka?
Sunday: It says that Ian come home to find Toby waiting for him. The next panel, however, shows them sitting on a couch with Mary's anal pillows. Does Charterstone require all apartments to have the same Prep H pillows? I'd really like to read that condo's charter.
Uh-oh! Date night at the Bum Boat--- and there will be Mary, smugly simpering away while she tells D-Jeff about how wonderful she is. Or will the good doctor jump up in alarm, shouting, good gravy, man, you've got a giant fungus growing all over your torso!
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