Graves from the dim shadows of time
The Grim Reaper rises, preparing for the harvest
Strange, I don’t feel any older
Nice paint job
Everybody’s getting ready …
And palindrome spelled backwards is … never mind
Seems like a fair trade
I’ll consider it for twenty
Drugs are a trap
Next time try Texas
Tattoo artists are clairvoyant
Life is dull without a sense of humour
I’ll stick with hindsight
First volume’s almost full
I was, but now you’re in the middle of it
It wasn’t me
Also an adequate curse
Two bags to go please
You will know the cold steel of my blade
What a croc
Add to next Sunday’s list
They’re like, LOL, srsly??
“Love you, sweetie”“Love you more!”
High five, bro
Let’s kick the battle up a notch
Murder most foul
Belly rubs are as far as I go
At least somebody cared enough to check
The magical mutating fruit
Last one in’s a rotten egg
I like the way you think
Masochistic miscreant
Detestation of perspiration
Full moon harvest
Fly me to the moon
Dark waters