Looks like someone's aiming for a position on Mayor Luke's payroll:
Close but no cigar, Vera. It's "move forward." FORWARD! Jeez, no wonder your brother threw your ass to the curb.
Nice boob-sweat stains, though.
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Gee, I hope the storyline isn't moving towards incest. Notice Von's cupped hand in relation Vera's boobs (and Bob's comment about her boob-sweat stains that he so admired).
Posted by: Cathy | June 05, 2007 at 02:33 PM
I'm glad it's not just me. I've detected a whiff of incest all along in this storyline. Although I'll bet it's not just me -- I'm WEEKS behind in catching up with the comments over at The Comics Curmudgeon.
Posted by: Bob | June 05, 2007 at 04:22 PM
Is it me, or is she caressing that chair?
(I'm new to this, but I had a good laugh at your comments. And what's with the "toward my life, toward my future" bit? This is the kind of stuff that contributes to the boob-sweating, melodramatic bad rap we women get.)
Posted by: Susan | June 07, 2007 at 05:30 PM