She must have been was attacked by the Evil Mad Upsticker What Upsticks At Midnight.
She must have been was attacked by the Evil Mad Upsticker What Upsticks At Midnight.
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At first I misread this as him wassailing her drawers. Not sure if that would have been better or worse…
I have to think the plot was setting the guy up as a raving lunatic–what other kind of person would berate someone for NOT storing their sweaters in their underwear drawer?
Or at least 79 of their personalities!
His optometrist kept trying to sell him on glasses, but all he needed was to remember to raise his desk.
Also, he’d been wondering for months where that doohickey on the back left corner of the desk had been. “Why did I put it on the under shelf? Oh, right. That was the evening I had that bad trip and spent the evening hiding under my desk.”
Great. I’ll be way over here then, watching you. If you go crazy, I’ll know it was a cosmic horror.
And my skirt! Oh, wait, no; that had polka dots when I bought it.
I was ready to dispute this, but I went out back and tried it–you’re dead on. Go scientific method!
We saw one yesterday in a parking lot with a big 'fro that was shaved short around the bottom, like a 'fro crossed with a bowl cut. Coincidentally, that was right after commenting in the store that mushrooms must “in” this year for home decorating.
Ok, gorillas seem to be a recurring theme here. Were they that common in the comics of the era or are most of these from the same issue? Or maybe I simply have a heretofore unrealized sensitivity to gorillas.
Have we already seen this one? It seems familiar.
So is he a villain or not? The outfit, gun, and threat say he is. But if he’s implying that he’ll protect her cooking reputation, maybe he’s a saint!
You know how euphemisms can be lost to time? After seeing it illustrated, I think Tiberius’s “personal fish-slappers” might be an example of one.
No, wait, it just ripened! Now there’s no way I’ll be able to get it home before it goes bad!
I guess all of the facility’s investments went to individually-tailored hospital gowns.
Octopuses are masters of disguises!
Please, Mr. Pillsbury. We can simply compete with Hostess in a different market segment.
Also from the bio (can’t imagine why this nugget didn’t make it into the movie):
In 2008, John Constantine located the skeleton of [Saint] Nikolaus and arranged to have the remains shipped back to England for use in an occult ritual. In order to get the remains through customs, Constantine had them ground into powder and convinced the customs agent that it was gardening fertilizer. He used some of the powder for his ritual, then snorted the rest as if it were cocaine, musing about how it was going to be a “White Christmas”.
Yep, truly a disgrace. No boob-chasers at all in the theatre or movie industries. Especially not among the guys in charge