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Watch it! There are two of me! ;P
How come their speech isn’t slurred until the second speech balloon?
I’d like a rowing machine! The next time I need some rowing done, I’ll have a machine to do it for me!
Bring your surfboard!
What about your imaginary dogs?
I don’t like him when he’s angry. Couldn’t he just be terribly, terribly hurt?
My mother is deceased, though not famously so. As for me, I’m a world-famous unknown author.
Julia Moore was a poetry hack.
Had she been a doctor, she’d’ve been a quack.
For meter, imagery, and subtlety did she quite lack.
Yet I think this “poem” would’ve made even her crack.
Shirley, you’re Laverne.
Sure.
Watch it! There are two of me! ;P