Once again I was at the Twitters, minding my own business, when I spotted Will carrying on something awful about something or other, some colorful images he was hollerin’ about. I attributed that behavior to his well-known taco deficiency, and moved on. Then I saw Tina RT his T, and what she said about “creating your own” made me take notice, as I’ve long wanted to create a comic strip about my adventures with my shrunken man. Boom. Done.
Now all I have to do is get some sophisticated humor. Or humor at all. Or I don’t care, actually. As long as I get to be a comic-strip character that spends every minute of the day shrinking her favorite
victim target little man.