2020 happened to me.
It’s going to be weird not having Spud in Wallace any more.
Good on RLG for calling it.
Please.
The more I think about it, the more I like this without the second panel. Houses burning down while nobody cares, children smashing bottles, just another day in Nancy’s hood.
I think there’s a hidden presumption he might be on the autism spectrum.
That just feels like one lot of weather: miserable.
I read things like this and wonder how America ever became a world power.
Auntie Clockwise above has the right of it.
Well, you’re not wrong.
The thought counts for a lot.
It’s going to be weird not having Spud in Wallace any more.