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I am, I said.
“I am the Mohs Scale” would be more apt. Anyway, it’s the eye of the Mudlark, the thrill of the fight, etc.
So she’s a centrifugal force to be reckoned with.
This strip is an op. The back row are GPS coordinates for a spot on the fringes of the Taklamakan Desert, and the front row is, um, tonight’s Powerball numbers.
Looks like MeeMaw got ahold of the camera again.
When-a the moon hits-a your eye, like a big-a pizza pie, that’s Rumore.
P2: Leprosy?
I’m sure he’s hungry. He’s grown 3 feet and 7 years in 2 weeks.
Jackie is ready for her next shift as a Cookie Monster performance artist on the Milford strip, but she can’t drive with the head on.
Bucko’s been completely drained of blood. D@mn you, Thorpula!
I am, I said.