The Art of Creating Comics
Who should win our "Caption this Comic" challenge?
Box 1: Twenty years ago, Clara told me she couldn't live with a man who seemed allergic to all the beautiful things in life.
Box 2: But I've finally done it, Cinders. After twenty years of sleeping in a tub of flowers, I've developed an immunity to pollen.
Box 3: Shake off the cobwebs, Clara! I'm comin' for ya!
Box 1: You know you're decomposing
Box 2: When the cat mistakes you for the litter box.
Box 3: I'm spreading my limited supply of baby boomer compost far and wide. Fertilizer, rich in nostalgia for 1960's philosophies. Last chance to save the world.
Box 1: When I was a baby, my mother once threw me out with the bathwater. By accident, of course. Sploosh, naked into the backyard begonias.
Box 2: It become a habit, eventually, didn't it, Trixie? You'd be surpised what asters can do for the skin. Although you have to watch for nettles.
Box 3: Forty-six years in the senate, and I'm the only one of us who can still come off smelling like a rose.
Box 1: I'll show those fools an insanity plea. I'll show them all.
Box 2: Eh, Napoleon? Daddy can do life in a psych ward. No smoke, out in 20, and therapy cats. Beauty.
Box 3: Nobody puts Daddy in the slammer.
Box 1: The divorce didnt't leave me with much.
Box 2: I have my flowers. I have my cat.
Box 3: And I have glorious, glorious freedom!