Wide berth, Toby! Wide berth!

I heard the exact same thing. Only it was about Ian and Toby.

People tend to avoid Mister Wynter. He bites, and his owner lets him do whatever he wants like sit on tabletops and eat people food.

Today's strip has EVERYTHING you could possibly hope for: Pool party, salmon squares, muffins... and not a Beedie or Weston in sight!

That makes one of us.

Each in his or her own way, is a village idiot.

"I'd like to thank Principal Haute for inviting me here today. We're in the same Narcotics Anonymous fellowship..." Gas...

If decent means he isn't selling tainted meth anymore, then, yes, stockboy at Freda's is definitely decent. Well-paying with benef...

And they were never heard from again. The end. Unless the next story is about the perils of staring at the sun.

Hopefully, when that weight comes crashing back down, they'll both be still so committed to sobriety and accountability that it won...