This is a strip featuring me and my wife, written about a year before we would meet. now that jason has fled, his pub seems to have said “fuck it, whatever, we’re a dance club now”
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This is a strip featuring me and my wife, written about a year before we would meet. now that jason has fled, his pub seems to have said “fuck it, whatever, we’re a dance club now”
Ahhh, when “in a few weeks” actually meant “in a few weeks,” rather than “at the rate that this story is going, ‘two weeks’ to them is two years to us, so basically never.” Yeah, you’re never seeing Toedad again.
Danny immediately, with zero hesitation, notes that through the transitive property of smooching he’s made out with Walky. Not like he’s had Walky on his mind for a while. No. Anyway, yes, the entire reason Walky was “caught in […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Ahhh, 2002, when a comic by me about fitting oneself inside a closet would be presented on the face of itself, without subtext, instead of as some kind of metaphor.
Ahhh, the casual Joe-on-Joyce abuse that we’ve come to expect as a hallmark of their relationship since the beginning of the Before Times. We’ve got Joyce, we’ve got Danny, we’ve got Joe! It’s good ol’ times!
Ha! A THIRD meaning for the “Stalemate” storyline title! I AM NAILING IT, PRO-STYLE. “wait, you have a sister?” “wait, YOU’RE the guy my babysitter threw herself in front of a truck for???”
Ha ha, suck it up, Walky, you’re “Walky,” now and forever. HEY LOOK, IT’S DANNY, DOES EVERYONE NOTICE THE DANNY, IT’S IMPORTANT TO RE-ESTABLISH THAT DANNY LIVES HERE, IN TOWN, FOR LATER REASONS, WINK WINK sorry about the nonzero amount […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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