More airbrushing.
Double-tap, to be sure.
Synced up with Dark Side of the Moon. What a lovely time.
I was hoping the last two panels would be shown.
El Santo got his wings.
Treacle poisoning.
I’m doin’ alright, good morning, how are you?
Woke up this morbin’
Morbs all around my head
Walked in to eat my breakfast
I had the morbs all in my bread
She must’ve put bacon in the mix.
He shouldn’t be surprised when he finds a horse head in his bed.
Santa Bear should be a fourteen foot tall bear from the early Pleistocene , so he’d have enough lap for this comic exercise.
More airbrushing.