Did he have some of that Cauliflower Rice casserole from “Life In Pieces”? (my new favorite sitcom)
Be a man and give her a good old Dutch Oven! My brother did that on his wedding night. Talk about setting a precedent…
Better word usage in P3 would have been “limited number of suspects.”
Surprise! Women fart too. Sometimes even smellier, especially during pregnancy.
Third panel reminds me of this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EqwlrUJdO04
Blame it on the Pet. Then again, there is always Russell.
Do the fake corpse flowers emit a stench, or are you constantly letting loose to cover up the fact that they’re fake? I don’t know which is more inconvenient.
Where are these fake corpse flowers available? Ikea? BB&B? How much do they cost? Do they come with scent packets, or do you have to provide your own?
Inquiring minds want to know!
Solution: dog.
You have no idea how often I’ve found one of those corpse flowers while looking for brains to eat. I mean, zombies to kill. Because I’m not a zombie.
I’ve successfully farted and convinced my wife she was the one who farted… on multiple occasions. I’m evil… I know. AN EVIL GENIUS!
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Did he have some of that Cauliflower Rice casserole from “Life In Pieces”? (my new favorite sitcom)
Be a man and give her a good old Dutch Oven! My brother did that on his wedding night. Talk about setting a precedent…
Better word usage in P3 would have been “limited number of suspects.”
Surprise! Women fart too. Sometimes even smellier, especially during pregnancy.
Third panel reminds me of this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EqwlrUJdO04
Blame it on the Pet. Then again, there is always Russell.
Do the fake corpse flowers emit a stench, or are you constantly letting loose to cover up the fact that they’re fake? I don’t know which is more inconvenient.
Where are these fake corpse flowers available? Ikea? BB&B? How much do they cost? Do they come with scent packets, or do you have to provide your own?
Inquiring minds want to know!
Solution: dog.
You have no idea how often I’ve found one of those corpse flowers while looking for brains to eat. I mean, zombies to kill. Because I’m not a zombie.
I’ve successfully farted and convinced my wife she was the one who farted… on multiple occasions.
I’m evil… I know. AN EVIL GENIUS!