I just like to read the funnies. That’s all.
Imagine Luann in Italy.
I wonder what Rat’s worries are.
Too late, kid.
I wonder what moral guardians and the Scare Em Straight program will think of this?
Phone booths still exists?
Margaret is gonna have to buy a ton of detergent and bleach if Jerome is gonna keep sliding into the bases. Imagine all those dirt stains.
Or try writing what you know instead.
A day? Feels like nearly two months.
Those slumps are gonna have a field day.
I’ve heard of talking to plants, but not plants talking to you. Life is funny that way.
Imagine Luann in Italy.