I do have a Sibley’s calendar, which is how I knew which bird was which month.
Don’t look at me like that; I’m only into humans. Geez…
– Drosh
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(Thanks for the heads-up that this didn’t go up as scheduled. All my fault: I entered the wrong date. You would have gotten two tomorrow instead. Woops!)
Red Bird must know some pretty mean nuns, I guess. Most of the ones I have met have been quite kindly. My father spoke of mean ones that he had encountered when he was but a young trouble-maker. And therein lies the trouble, perhaps?
I don’t know. I’m not religious, but I think that nuns are generally okay.
See you tomorrow, dears.
– Drosh
Farmville will eat your life.
Actually, I don’t know that. I’ve never played it. And I blocked it early on, so it doesn’t annoy me very much, but I heard some people in a book store having nearly this exact conversation. Some twisted little part of me hopes that they accidentally stumble upon this strip and see themselves in my little birds.
I do play “Words with Friends”, though. I bet you can guess my username.
See you tomorrow, dears.
– Drosh
p.s.: Yeah, that’s my username. I might let you trounce me at it, too.
Before I get angry letters because I’m “making fun of cancer”: There are some things that one needs to make fun of in order to keep going, when those things are affecting someone close to one.
Also, the raspberry sherbet thing totally happened to me. I was certain I was about to die.
See you tomorrow, dears.
– Drosh
I know, this strip will not endear me to Twilight fans. Except for the “Team Jacob” folks, perhaps. Sorry.
Personally, I’m “Team Nosferatu”. Count Orlok didn’t fuck around.
See you tomorrow, dears.
– drosh