The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for December 03, 2013

They’ll be the prey of the slightest breeze without you.

Hope she’s not being brought back to Microsoft.

Aw Bilan, I miss Mr. Clippy.

They’ll all be folded, bent, torn or stapled without her.

Don’t worry, I know a nice little ring binder, just waiting to be asked out.

She doesn’t give a sheet.

Here I amOn the road againThere I amUp on the stageHere I goPlayin’ star againThere I goTurn the page

Wait till dad starts cooking; it’ll be the same old staples.

Ellen’s case is Burstyn?

The tail fins of a tuna – the one she’s trying to carry.

Clip art.

Whoever caused her to leave should get reamed.

“No, paper, wait!”

…i’m sure there’s a rock/scissors joke in here somewhere, I just can’t think of it…

Pull yourselves together! Stack up, fold and slit a corner, and you’ll be fiiiiine. Set Ellen free.

Is this a clip from a movie?

Given how shallow and trans-parent she is maybe its for the best.