Can I just say that Bug is one of the few things that makes me look forward to Mondays.
I’m a teacher and there are quite a few pupils that seem to be Wilkini (or whatever the plural of Wilkins is) in training.
The most compelling Bigfoot proof is the residual funk they leave behind. It is abundantly clear to me that my office has a veritable herd of Bigfeets about.
One place I worked had someone showed up at unusual, unpredicatable hours and who mostly worked in a quiet corner of the place, that we had to tell new employees about him in their initial training so they wouldn’t freak out at the sight of him.
Thanks, Adam. You got me into trouble again. My wife, Wilkinna Wilkinson Wilkins, is now yelling at me about reading a Wilkiphobic comic strip. How dare you give all the Wilkinses of America a bad name! What ever happened to an America in which a Wilkins could wilk withoug fear? Thanks for spoiling the American Dream.
I do not want to know how Bowtie Bug knows what Wilkins’ ass grooves look like.
You don’t memorize what your co-workers asses look like? Just me?
Well, maybe Bowtie Bug is gay….
You don’t have to be gay to be an ass bug … a bug that knows his ass …. an expert ass …. argh … this is the end.
the rear end?
Not sure why, but I’m finding a sense of joy from this strip.
Third panel — Scruffy the janitor has been promoted.
“Scruffy. The security guard.”
“Scruffy, the security bug”
I’d comment but I R use the be teh Wilkins of my office.
I had some fellow students that were similarly elusive.
I have a lot of co-workers who work “offsite” so I question the validity of their existence until they appear in person.
Can I just say that Bug is one of the few things that makes me look forward to Mondays.
I’m a teacher and there are quite a few pupils that seem to be Wilkini (or whatever the plural of Wilkins is) in training.
I always found butt prints on the xerox…
In the military, we call these ‘Hard Lurkers’
The most compelling Bigfoot proof is the residual funk they leave behind. It is abundantly clear to me that my office has a veritable herd of Bigfeets about.
The Instagram filter on the security footage killed me. Well done!
One place I worked had someone showed up at unusual, unpredicatable hours and who mostly worked in a quiet corner of the place, that we had to tell new employees about him in their initial training so they wouldn’t freak out at the sight of him.
Thanks, Adam. You got me into trouble again. My wife, Wilkinna Wilkinson Wilkins, is now yelling at me about reading a Wilkiphobic comic strip. How dare you give all the Wilkinses of America a bad name! What ever happened to an America in which a Wilkins could wilk withoug fear? Thanks for spoiling the American Dream.
January 09, 2012. They still haven’t found me. I can do my work in peace without them around. Especially Adam. Oh, that Adam.
…My only friends are the papers. With benefits. Sometimes I lick them.
Wilkins is in jail for trying to murder someone who wouldn’t drink his coffee.