PAM sharpens her butcher’s knife. It gleams. Gleams like her future. She tosses a twig into that air—it slices as it hits the blade. “IS IT—” she snarls, “the same as LAST YEAR?!” With a single swing, she cuts the tree in half. “ISSSSS—IIIIT?!” The knife gleams like her future, FREE OF JEFF.
wherescrankshaft about 4 hours ago
Why is Pam’s head always drawn as so freakishy oblong and tall when she’s depicted in her youth?
Seriously, compare panel 3 to panel 7 here now. That’s not the same person.
J.J. O'Malley about 4 hours ago
Unfortunately for Pmm, it was the same Christmas song from Jfff every year regardless of format: The Singing Dogs barking in tune to “Jingle Bells.”
top cat james about 4 hours ago
The version with Ed had wax cylinders, player piano rolls, and reel-to-reel tapes.
billsplut about 3 hours ago
PAM sharpens her butcher’s knife. It gleams. Gleams like her future. She tosses a twig into that air—it slices as it hits the blade. “IS IT—” she snarls, “the same as LAST YEAR?!” With a single swing, she cuts the tree in half. “ISSSSS—IIIIT?!” The knife gleams like her future, FREE OF JEFF.
Gent 42 minutes ago
Ah them good old days when music was music and not cantankerous cacophoney.