Calvin gets it, man.

I feel like if animals went to heaven, they'd be able to understand humans, so they wouldn't attack us out of instinct or fear like when they were alive. There wouldn't be any need for food, so there'd be no violence between animals. That way all animals could go to heaven, and it'd be okay to have millions of crocodiles.

Never once has the ice cream machine been broken at the McDonald's I go to.

I have that otter!!

I've been craving doughnuts for about a week, and this post is just rubbing salt in the wound now...

YES!! These were my childhood.

Every time I have a lunchable for lunch at school, my friend @signofcrashtest and I play a game and see how many fetishes we can find in the comic.

I'm back to this post again, haha. I woke up today and was feeling kinda crappy, so I decided to make a paper star for the hell of it. I struggled for a while looking at some still-image tutorials, but I found a video that was pretty helpful for me. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=8SG6e7blVS8 And after I finished making the star, I actually felt a lot better.
Just in case any FSers got inspired by this comic like I did!

No, Ron. Go find Becky.

Kys means "kill yourself", if anybody's confused.

But will the dog be able to understand us?

Oh God, why is this so relatable?
I do something similar. Every time I feel really happy or make a good memory somehow, if I can, I take some sort of little trinket from the occasion and put it in the mini plastic purple trash can that I keep on my desk. Like a marble from Field Day in elementary school, a strip of rainbow fleece from a no-sew fleece blanket I made with my girlfriend, a childhood toy that you can't get in stores any more, and a little plastic heart that I got on the last family vacation I had where I was truly happy.
Whenever I feel lonely, unwanted, or like 'trash' (haha get it?), I open the little trash can and take out the objects and reminisce about the good times and try to remember how happy I was then. It's very calming.

Yeah, dude, way too early.

I can somehow hear the sound of that ball bouncing off the ground when I look at this post.

Sometimes I forget that we're all actually just meaty skeletons.