Aunt Fritzi saying “think I might” is like Mr Spock with a van dyke.
Ah, the Achilles of joy’s always futile pursuit of the tortoise of gloom.
We live in an age of technological wonders
i am still trying to pronounce ‘naturaloof.’
Are we sure that Esther isn’t just Sluggo in a wig? i could see Nancy making him x-dress for so many reasons.
i scowl frequently in this incarnation too. Maybe that’s why i love O.J.‘s ’Nancy.’
Late night schadenfreude over arthropod deaths. Nancy is my kinda girl.
“We are never speaking of this again, squirrel.”
The product of decades of niece-caused trauma
For some reason my favourite bit of this strip is the water cooler bottle peeking out of the frame.
Aunt Fritzi saying “think I might” is like Mr Spock with a van dyke.