Look, Head Alien, I know Mrs. Walters is wearing overalls and she and her husband ferry her daughter around in the bed of their pickup truck, but the hootin’-hollerin’ is a bit uncalled for.
Rule #1 for writing the Head Alien: The Head Alien is always 100% amused by himself. While this is proooooobably not the same highway that Ruth died on, I’m sharing the “Fateful Highway” tag for this location anyway. No sense having […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Look, whatever, I’m still giggling whenever I see John’s goofy mustached face.
I’m trying to remember why I had Martha hit her. I… I guess Sal expressed an ambivalence about her parents at some point, at how she had negative feelings for them, which contrasted with their retroactively-achieved sainthood via martyrdom? I […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
On May 6, 2001, David Willis still didn’t know what “rhetorical” means.
This is one of my favorite strips.
Let’s ignore panel two’s Worst Drawing Of Mary Ever and contemplate the possible subtext involved in the protagonist of this story getting up and leaving my church because it no longer fits her anymore. Back then, I was a little […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
*mary shoves a wad of condoms deeper into her pockets*
Hey, look, it’s my actual church and all my actual childhood church friends. Well, okay, Sal and Mary are sitting there in the middle being all fictional, but everyone else is either me or somebody else I knew. Ffft, no, […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
What a delightful family friend the Walterses have.
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