If you missed the Father's Day
panel, you can find it here. It will also be
accessible via the "Miscellaneous" page forever
afterwards. |
Monday, June 22, 2009 |
Panel 1: A woman in a suit is showing Marie and Barbara around an empty apartment. Barbara: What are we doing here? Marie: It's fine. Panel 2: Barbara: You can't rent this apartment; it's big enough to move around in. There are carpets. Marie: I like it. Panel 3: Barbara: Have you lost your mind? It's got a solarium! Marie: I--can--afford--it--okay? Panel 4: Marie leans forwards menacingly. Marie: Dead parents. Life insurance. Fire insurance. Breathe a word to anyone, and I shall turn you inside out. Barbara: It's a very nice solarium. Alt-Text: I have a friend whose last apartment had a solarium. The very concept of a solarium now represents unthinkable luxury to me. Of course, I live in an apartment so small that it seems crowded with two people in it, so perhaps my standards are unusually low. Go to commentary |
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