"No, Toby, it is better that we not spend time in the car together or share lunch at work. This way, when we come home, you can ask me how was my day and I can say, "Fine." Can't you see how this is better?"
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"It's better this way. On my way home, I have time to make up something I did today that doesn't involve coeds who don't know any better."
Toby needs some work on her posture. She will never command the respect she'll need as head of the Molded Clay Figurines Department if she doesn't straighten up that spine.
This strip continues to be all stick and no carrot. Trashlee was going to pretend to get pregnant, then threaten to abort Dr. Drew's baby without a large payoff. Never happened. Wilbur was going to get pureed into ribbons by a boat's propellers. Never happened. Estelle was going to gut Wilbur like a fish for not calling about his miraculous survival. Never happened. Now Toby is ready to explore her carnal curiosity with a cute female co-ed. I bet that will never happen either.
Breakfast of Champions! Those are either disgusting pink frosted donuts, or worse, pink frosted bagels. Either way, Toby has that glop all over her hand.
"Oh no no no no no no no, dear. You wouldn't like working at the university. Take my word for it. It's the last thing you should . . . er, would ever want to do. So let's have no more talk of this, darling. Let us never speak of such a thing. I mean it. Don't ever mention it again, sweetest."
Suspending my disbelief regarding Toby's teaching credentials is the requirement for not having to see Wilbur anymore. It's a tough one, but all in all, I think I can do it.
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"It's better this way. On my way home, I have time to make up something I did today that doesn't involve coeds who don't know any better."
Toby needs some work on her posture. She will never command the respect she'll need as head of the Molded Clay Figurines Department if she doesn't straighten up that spine.
I'm going to assume those shelves are full of pepto bismal tablets and not books.
The red chair is ever vigilant.
This strip continues to be all stick and no carrot. Trashlee was going to pretend to get pregnant, then threaten to abort Dr. Drew's baby without a large payoff. Never happened. Wilbur was going to get pureed into ribbons by a boat's propellers. Never happened. Estelle was going to gut Wilbur like a fish for not calling about his miraculous survival. Never happened. Now Toby is ready to explore her carnal curiosity with a cute female co-ed. I bet that will never happen either.
Based on what we see in today’s strip, Ian has shaved off his beard and opted for a fake one that hangs from his ears.
I bet Toby’s words about the creative process being hard work etc. is exactly KM’s view of writing “Mary Worth.”
Breakfast of Champions! Those are either disgusting pink frosted donuts, or worse, pink frosted bagels. Either way, Toby has that glop all over her hand.
"Oh no no no no no no no, dear. You wouldn't like working at the university. Take my word for it. It's the last thing you should . . . er, would ever want to do. So let's have no more talk of this, darling. Let us never speak of such a thing. I mean it. Don't ever mention it again, sweetest."
-- Scottie McW.
Suspending my disbelief regarding Toby's teaching credentials is the requirement for not having to see Wilbur anymore. It's a tough one, but all in all, I think I can do it.
Why would you provide a small pitcher of cream if you both drink your coffee black?
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