If you're looking for my weekly Rant, I'll finish it tomorrow; I've
started it, but Ad Astra has wiped me out. |
Monday, April 16, 2012 |
Panel 1: Marie sits beside Casey on her futon. Casey is just waking up. Casey: Marie? Where's this? Panel 2: He sits up and clutches his head. Marie: This is my apartment, Casey. Don't you remember? Casey: I...remember everything. Panel 3: Casey: There's a lot of everything to remember. I can handle it! No! No...it wasn't the vicar's fault. The Davies barbecue is tonight, and we have to to be there. Marie's phone rings. Panel 4: Marie answers her phone. Marie: Hi, Nico. The weirdness continues charming. Casey: I think this blanket is somebody's daughter. Alt-Text: That's right, Casey: rise to new heights of bizarreness. Life is more fun when that happens. Go to commentary |