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Lunch

For my friend John

(borrowed from his childhood)

Bee

One time we were home alone being mature and responsible and making good decisions

THEN A BEE GOT IN THE HOUSE

The young lad raised a valid point so we decided to play it safe and escape out the window

We successfully escaped out the window

A million bees probably flew into the house while we were running triumphantly around the yard

12 Passenger Van

One day one of us stuffed a cheese puff up the air vent of the van.

I am uncertain about the thought process that inspired this gesture, but I know we found the result to be astounding.

The cheese puff traveled through the ceiling of the car and suddenly reappeared, popping out of another air vent.

For our entertainment we continued shoving our snacks into the air vents and eagerly awaited their emergence from other vents.

Sometimes they never emerged again but this did not stop us from stuffing the air vents with cheese puffs.

(Shout-out to socially awkward home-schooled families with 12 passenger vans that smell like cheese.)

These might only be funny to me

I'm currently working on a comic that uses a more time-consuming style than my previous comics so I won't be posting it for another week or so.

In the mean time, here are some comics I recently dug up which I made at approximately 5 or 6 years old which I personally still think are funny:

"The Candy"

(Mom: No candy honey!) (Me: Why?)

(Mom: No!!!! Because I said so!) (Me: But I want candy)

(Mom: Just one piece, okay?) (Me: OK!!!)

(Mom: I said just one!) (Me: munch munch)

(Mom: *crying* Please stop eating candy) (Me: No, munch)

"The Zoo"

This one's only two panels long but that's part of the reason I like it.

(Me: "Poor little animals in jail. They have no crime!!!!!!!!)

(Me stealing keys from sleeping zookeeper)

THE END.

The Locked Room

There was a point in time when The Locked Room was probably referred to as "that storage room in the basement" or "the basement closet" or something along those lines.

At that point in time I imagine it might have looked something like this:

I wouldn't really know for certain though because as far back as I can recall it looked like this:

The Locked Room acquired its title when my parents began using it as hoarding space for the many toys they wanted to prevent us from accessing. Particularly those irritating toys with unbearably chipper faces that sing or talk when you press a button.

Often times these toys would malfunction and start singing/talking at any given time of day without having their button pressed, making them 100% more likely to wind up in the Locked Room

So, The Locked Room's initial reason for being locked was to prevent us from accessing these annoying and/or broken toys. But at some point in time The Locked Room's purpose shifted from: