This could also be titled “sit-com cliches in comic strip form”
And so it begins
She killed our baby
Not “any” reason, but some reason.
Call 911
She ate a large pizza all by herself before the date.
We all have to eat a peck of dirt in our life
tear of joy
I don’t know if we can trust Tuber smith. He plays with dirt.
This strip was written especially for me.
This could also be titled “sit-com cliches in comic strip form”