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In Joyce’s moment of mental breakdown-slash-denial of sexual self, she goes to feed the pet she named after the guy she loved but can’t remember. Even in her attempt to escape to something else, to bury the confrontation, she can’t really. […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
For the sake of keeping down Anti-Joyce’s sexual assault count for the night, let’s assume Mike’s “no” was just him being a dick, as per usual.
I don’t know why, but I really feel like that truck should be driving left instead of driving right in that first panel? I mean, there are all sorts of rules about that kind of stuff, like left-to-right means progress and right-to-left […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
My favorite part of this is that Sal’s just chillin’, eatin’ a pizza. Like, did she have it delivered? Did some poor delivery guy have to walk into the SEMME apartment complex building and buzz up for Squad 128? Did […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
And that was the Melonpool/It’s Walky! crossover! Thanks, Steve Troop! Back to nonstop terrible art starting tomorrow, until suddenly my life drawing classes take hold a few months from now. That’s not the last we’ll see of Melonpool in […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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