Pancakes make people happy

A sign of the apocalypse - an amusing Drabble. I personally find pancakes more comforting than waffles. Probably stems from the love my grandmother put into making hers. She made pancakes in the shapes of animals. Her most impressive shape was a crescent moon with sharp points. A neat trick to perform with a semi-viscous liquid poured from a giant measuring cup.

Unlike Drabble, a non-amusing F Minus would signal the apocalypse. I so want to use that line but I never have an occasion to make a sandwich for a child. Please, someone use this line on my behalf if you encounter someone complaining about a sandwich with just the heels. I feed my bread heels to the dog. He never complains.

At least Francis managed to keep his bitterness at bay until he got out the door. He may have punted Momma before coming outside or used his huge feet to step on her.

Procrastination

There are things I need to do but I feel like doing them just yet so I read the comics instead.
Where is the damn gag!? I expect Drabble to be unfunny but not incomprehensible.

Good Lord Mary is posing like a male Sears catalog model. Drew will try to forget Vera by digging out parts of his brain with his bare hands. I think this is a Mary Worth first - the backgrounds remain consistent between panels.

Pixelate!

My drive name conflict has been solved. Everything is working well. I start a new weight training regime today that focuses on strengthening my legs.


Fagin, learn to pixelate properly (it involves a computer and some image editing software) or just draw a paper bag over Wendy's head. The zip tone grid trying to look like pixelation is just lame and ruins the gag. Drabble sucks so hard that I can clean my floors with it and this particular strip is the hardwood floor setting.

Yes, I am aware of the irony of a person who draws a so-so web comic criticizing a syndicated cartoonist whose crappy comic appears in way too many papers. My crap does not have to smell like fresh baked cinnamon rolls in order for me to recognize the foul odor of a steaming pile.

Girl Fight!

Now, I want to see where this ride ends. Ruthie has gone beyond childhood imagination and has lost her grip on reality.

Popeye likes to watch women fight. Tomorrow he will ask the trench coat guy to turn on the sprinklers. To continue the insanity Sweet and Olive need to break out into a Bollywood style musical number instead of a fight.

I choose my cell phones based on the camera rather than on the main function. I'm still learning how to discreetly take photos of fat chicks with tramp stamps.

I wonder about the Bumstead's closet arrangements. Did Dagwood choose the pants while sleep walking?

Wendy, the word you are looking for is moron.
Lola needs to get rid of the black sweater because it shortens her arms.
Red wine goes with beige unidentifiable chunks while beer goes with light yellow and green unidentifiable chunks. Dawn's hair - organic material or sheet metal?