One of the things of wrapping up the comic strip was that there were no more consequences. And so Kendra gets the keys to the tank.
I have friends like Kendra, fun to be around but with absolutely no filter.
We all want to be important. But some of us simply aren’t. ;-)
Whenever i find myself judgeing others, I first question: am i simply feeling envious?
Driving with Kendras makes me nuts.
“Old Sailor Nostalgic Toy Junk,” is exactly the kind of thing I look for. But we love you, Kendra.
I often find that immature running-kind of reasonable seems so much easier than reasonable reasonableness.
I like that he’s looking under the couch cushion. Because, yeah.
This is one of those jokes I remember I would have loved as a kid.
And still love, but that’s besides the point.
I was very pleased with the perspective angle in panel #3, reinforcing the dialogue in that panel.
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