By bats | June 25, 2009 - 10:42 am
Posted in Category: Three-Ring Freakshow

I think people would be happier and a whole lot more forgiving if the Keanes just owned up: “Hey, we’re not even trying anymore. If all of our fans send $20 to this address by 31 December every year, we’ll have the syndicate pull our strip.”

Yeah, that’s going to happen. So we’re doomed to not-funny panels that don’t even lend themselves to funnier mashups. Sigh.

[Original caption: “It’s called a flower BED because that’s where the flowers sleep at night.” No, I am not making this up.]

I did make this up:


And the scary (literally and figuratively) about this one is while searching for a suitable tentacled celebrity with which to mash, is how many other variations on this FC/HP Lovecraft theme I ran across. The horror! The unspeakable, horrible horror!


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