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« Reply #7717 on: 2022-09-02 10:18:43 » |
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You'e fooling no one in that last panel, hon... Unless you're trying to make Lawrence think some random stranger slipped into the room, with you right there, dropped a deuce in the toilet, and just split the scene without so much as a hey-howdy--that'd actually be a more frightening concept than the fact that, hey, mares poop too.
Lucky Twi didn't get caught halfway between the bathroom and the bed, doing the wide-legged trot of shame known well to all of us who have been caught short in the can and have had to brave the same journey, with only our dangling shirttail hiding our junk, to the linen cabinet waaaaaaaaaaaaaay the hell down the hall where we store our spare toushie-tissue supply. That eight, ten feet might as well be the got-dang Gobi Desert when you're trying mightily to pinch your cheeeks shut to hold in a half-baked bit of fanny-fudge.
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« Reply #7718 on: 2022-09-02 14:41:09 » |
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You'e fooling no one in that last panel, hon... Unless you're trying to make Lawrence think some random stranger slipped into the room, with you right there, dropped a deuce in the toilet, and just split the scene without so much as a hey-howdy--that'd actually be a more frightening concept than the fact that, hey, mares poop too.
Lucky Twi didn't get caught halfway between the bathroom and the bed, doing the wide-legged trot of shame known well to all of us who have been caught short in the can and have had to brave the same journey, with only our dangling shirttail hiding our junk, to the linen cabinet waaaaaaaaaaaaaay the hell down the hall where we store our spare toushie-tissue supply. That eight, ten feet might as well be the got-dang Gobi Desert when you're trying mightily to pinch your cheeeks shut to hold in a half-baked bit of fanny-fudge.
This episode seems right up your alley of content, lol. 
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