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well, i mean, she’s currently passing dumbiverse joe’s three tests of “is it okay to do a lady,” i guess
Walky: Strong enough to lift cars, accidentally break ketchup bottles when trying to open them, can be defeated by tying his hoodie sleeves together
hmmm, joyce seems to have compartmentalized a portion of herself into an alternate identity, where have i seen this before well, not so much “before,” more “after”
See, that’s why yesterday’s strip was such a rush. This had to be the Sunday. Man, I’m glad I don’t have to cram dailies for the Sundays anymore.
*eyes panel three* I may have drawn a nostril here. What is this bullshit. Anyway, I think this strip needs more room for Joyce to develop her thoughts. She doesn’t quite get from A to B well enough for my […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The smudged inkwork makes it look like a single tear is falling down Grace’s entirely dispassionate face. Also, look how committed I am to drawing Joe’s mouth on the side of his chin instead of throwing up my hands and […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Look. I know absolutely nothing about group sex, but I’m not sure how often it happens while everyone’s holding up a convenient bedsheet in the middle of a living room. And I think Sie–er, Tootsie’s face is, like, what, somewhere […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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