Again with the tube TV! I’ve got to send a memo to T that it’s 2015. He’s still partying like it’s 1999.
Wouldn’t it be great to have a platform that records every thing you’re thinking?
Like say a syndicated comic strip?
Verne is me these days. Except for the dampness. And the irritating wonkiness.
And the smell.
I have a tattoo of Hodor on my butt. You’ll just have to trust me. But it’s there.
My slack number is eleven too! Imagine that.
One of the great things about being a cartoonist is you get to make up a lot of cool onomatopoeias. Like SPORF, MGNGHFORP and FWIB. And, of course, ROLPHORK: the sound your stomach makes when it’s craving a FWIB of ReadyWhip straight in the mouth.