Just stare at it for long enough and you’ll be able to tell by the shape it burned into your retina.
Drr drr.
Kool aid
*Flavor Aid, and generally following a long, rambling sermon of your cult leader after the murder of a U.S. Congressman.
Vortex: Nice moves, Loon!
Loona: Hey, yeah, thanks. Crazy how years of dodging Blitz~~o~~'s hugs can improve your agility!
“Hey! Who didn’t flush?!”
Hey, you know the saying.
Even a broken cock cums twice a day.
“But what about my rights?? Drinking spoiled milk with chalk probably cures cancer or something, of course They don’t want you doing that! Why do you hate freedom?”
How about instead of that we tackle the problem by the source? Taking showers is so last century.
Dry cleaning for humans. Boom! Problem solved!
How did Charles even get the note from Jill? Did he purposely wait until he was driving to write his? How did he intend to send her his reply, was he perhaps driving over to her place to hand it over in person? Then why write it in the first place, and not just tell her!
I call shenanigans.
"Why is my flight delayed?? Let's force my way into the cockpit, surely this will speed things up!"
escaped the vaccines
What does that mean?
Some things are just too horrifying to imagine...
Transcript:
panel 1:
Blitz~~o~~: [shocked] Loona! What the hell are you wearing!?
Loona: [wearing a nun's habit, her hands folded] Dad please! I'm a changed woman now! So that means... No more vitriol. No more sex. No more alcohol.
panel 2:
[Loona wakes up, screaming]
"Get a clue, asshole! You've been calling non stop for the past hour, what makes you think I'm gonna pick up this time??
(it's not like I hate my job, or anything -- it's just that it's always interfering with the shit I actually wanna do!)"
Art by icey_starr
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You uh… you sure about that?