I wish I coulda been there.
on June 10, 2015 at 12:01 amNote: Joyce’s third panel statement predates our culture’s discovery of hot messes. Back then, the temperature of our messes were undetermined.
Note: Joyce’s third panel statement predates our culture’s discovery of hot messes. Back then, the temperature of our messes were undetermined.
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Walky has had so many opportunities to TELL HER.
Poor Joyce.
Wait a few weeks and say that again. 😉
Then wait a few more weeks…
global mess warming is a serious issue guys
It’s Climess Change!
“Oh hey Joyce. You like to come sit in the apartment’s massive featureless white void when you’re feeling down too, huh?”
“Do not try to eat the nachito— that’s impossible. Instead, only try to realize the truth: there is no nachito.”
“Jason, Walky’s talking to the featureless void again.”
“Walky, knock it off.”
(Of course there is no nachito. Walky already finished those hours ago.)
Now, ordinary spaces, of course, show up on the architectural configuration indicators, but any good Zero Room is balanced to zero energy with respect to the world outside its four walls. Or however many walls it has.
And built from genuine TARDIS™ components.
Well, sure. Sal must hate it… there aren’t any windows.
She was always bitter at Microsoft on behalf of Digital Research’s CBM.
No wait, I got that backwards, if she likes Windows.
“I think you’re a hot mess,” said Walky. And then Joyce, overcome with perverse sexual lust, does him right there in the middle of the empty, featureless room.
(This It’s Walky! Fanfic copyright 20xx do not steal)
(DISCLAIMER: Do not own)
(DIS-DISCLAIMER: Wait, how does copyright work if I just said that)
Diss-disclaimer: All claims that your mom is fat are opinionated and baseless
Diss-dis-disclaimer: She has, however, totally banged Mike in exchange for a nickel
Joyce, Sal goes on psychotic physically aggresive rampages if it’s a little humid out, no one is going to blink an eye at you saving everybody.