Floikbin didn’t impress anyone with his size, but trust me, the girls loved him.
As the alien pondered the tornado’s horrific power, I wondered, “Where exactly is this alien’s brain?”
The Planet X Reptilian chapter of “Up, With People!” takes a more literal approach to the organization.
What do you expect in Whizz Comics?
They fart from the front!
Only David Icke survived to warn the people of Earth about Peter North’s true form.
Stupid humans, bringing clubs and pitchforks to a qardozxz fight.
Penis vacuum. Worst. Superpower. Ever.
Alas, a species that has mastered interplanetary travel has yet to grasp the basics of feminine hygiene.
Snicker. You win.
Thanks!
Here we have:
Sampson eagerly awaited his copy of Penthound magazine each month.
Mr. DeJoy’s demotion made everybody happy.
Tom had heard stories from other letter carriers about naked beauties exposing themselves, but when it happened to him, he felt really, really cheated.
Is “short fence, tall dog, eye contact” too long to fit in the blank for cause of death on the coroner’s report?
The Eternal Conflict.
“I’ll endure rain, sleet, snow and the dead of night, but a giant dog capable of walking on two legs and a short gate is where I draw the line.”
He says he wants to go out.
“Not another stringy, flavorless mail carrier! What I would give for a nicely aged Avon lady, or a well-marbled meter reader…”
“… and I’m almost all out of gumdrops.” …(shout-out to Bob Newhart)
-“BB”-