Bleat! Bleat!
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I have become Crankshaft, destroyer of wordplay.
It’s the perfect gift to show that special person how little you care.
Draw, you varmit!
We need that snooty lady from Mrs. Doubtfire.
Dingle BellsCrankshaft smellsLes Moore laid an egg
Yes, and the schmuck he shot apologized to Sith Cheney.
I hope Jimmy isn’t the jealous type.
Are the wordless strips still called writing?
Notary Sojack! I appreciate the Flakey Foont reference.
They were the Bee Gees Knees!
I have become Crankshaft, destroyer of wordplay.