Spider Storms
The radioactive spiders do not taste very good.
red
Green is a Terrible Wingman
The sad reality is that he got the STD from a dumpster (don’t ask).
Marketing Portals
Capitalism leads to impulses that some would call… unnatural.
Potluck
You can always just dip the napkins into a sauce. That’s how I fed myself through a couple of months of unemployment.
Commercial Break #3
Barbecue sauce is merely a weak balm, honey mustard is stronger yet.
Expiration Anxiety
In case you were wondering, it was Hell… THE WHOLE TIME.
A New Me
Every angle has been accounted for; thankfully they are all ninety degrees.
Orangeline
I’m mighty-tighty-whitey and I’m smuggling plums.
Anti-Vaxxers are Dumb 2
We’ve officially switched to a Tuesday-Thursday schedule here. Being hilarious all the time is exhausting.
Volleyball
Head trauma is the most intellectual of traumas.
For Sale
Blu ain’t got no time for this.
Friendshit
Never trust the King of the Rats to make your food.
Rodementia
Everyone has that phase.
Commercial Break #2
KILL THE PLANTS PUT THEM IN JARS YOU HAVE MADE MOTHER HAPPY
Dinosaur Girl Academy
In the final episode the whole school is wiped out by a meteor.
How Not to be Seen
┏┓ ┃┃╱╲ in ┃╱╱╲╲ this ╱╱╭╮╲╲house ▔▏┗┛▕▔ we ╱▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔╲ burn witches ╱╱┏┳┓╭╮┏┳┓ ╲╲ ▔▏┗┻┛┃┃┗┻┛▕▔
What a Mouthful
How else do you pitch it? Seriously, I need help.
C’mon and Slam
It is a conversation that is happening all across America. It is a conversation we need to have.
Green does not have many friends: Vol. 1
“How about a good, old fashioned hand jive?!” Green shouts into the distance as Red has abandoned him. “I wonder what his issue was?” he asks, oblivious to the fact he is a douche.
A Humorous Growth
Good friends are everything, they let you stay over, they feed you, and sometimes they feed you bullets.
Robo Puberty
Awww, our little Green is growing up.
Autistic Expression
“I mean, I did dabble in watercolors once.”
The Turtle
Turtles going all the way down.
Really Late Term
We’re really scraping with this one.
Magnetic Personality
Tapioca, to the tune of “Oklahoma.”