See, I think that would show really, really spineless self-worth and low self-esteem for him to do as she says. She just stood there smiling while her best friend abused him.
“You aren’t gettin’ any sweet caramel Heath-bar unless you respect the pants.”
She was afraid that the sheer animal magnetism of walky in pajama jeans would force her to do something uncouth in public. It is Dorothy’s secret shame that she has an overwhelming pajama jean fetish.
I call looking into things too far! She’ll take the pants to clean them, as he’s been wearing them for a few days and they’re dirty. Dorothy will compromise that he can wear them IF they’re clean!
Probably. She said she’ll be back in a few minutes. That’s not enough time for anything good to happen without Joyce getting suspicious and interrupting.
Project the Pajama Jeans Walky! They’re what she’s really after!
Dorothy, if you are SERIOUSLY going to build your relationship on this – on Joyce bullying Walky into doing what you want because he “isn’t good enough” – then I’m going to be EXTREMELY disappointed in you.
BLEH.
I once went into a weird little tirade about how the principles of The Art of War could be applied towards building relationships, and when everyone was staring at me like I was crazy, I handily reminded them that love is a battlefield.
I’m pretty sure he was just startled by loud and furious knocking at his door. Joyce pounding your door down to tell you what scum you are is sure to startle just about anybody doing just about anything.
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The next two comics could very well be “Climax” and “Resolution”.
What about “Premature”?
There certainly is nothing about Walky that is “mature”, so…
Some may call it premature, I just call it ecstasy.
I wear a rubber at all times.
It’s a necessity.
Gravitar… Comment… Confusing and somehow appropriate.
Must make emptying your bladder very interesting.
More like SEXstacy… Amirite?! guys? ….guys? I’ll show myself out.
With her penis.
Bow chick wow wow!!!!!!
Fuck those pants!
I mean, uh
FUCK PANTS IN GENERAL
FREEDOM FROM THE TYRANNY OF PANTS!!!
I for one welcome our new trouser overlords.
Wash those pants!
I think she’s after what’s inside them.
Idk… the door looks like it’s still open.
She’s a gambler.
Compare panel 3 to 4. Dorothy closed the door, then ordered Walky to take off the pants.
You’re right. *throws doubts out the window* Stuff’s about to get real.
Doubts? Just throw the pants out the window.
with his penis
Yeah, and it’s way easier to pick pockets once the pants aren’t being worn.
AAAAAAND…. back to square one
Nono…. this is just about to be resolved.
So, I think it is now obvious who wears the pants in this relationship.
In a second, nobody.
Dorothy definitely does. On her head, with nothing else on.
noone.
Not for long.
Ahahahahahaha! Just… ahahahahaha.
I think having Dexter and Monkey Master glaring over my bed might give me performance anxiety.
Fortunately, that is rarely a problem for a woman, and Walky actually enjoys their illicit attention.
Can’t be worse than Roadblock.
I like where this is heading, but I bet that Joyce will end up cock-blocking them.
Joyce Brown: Proffessional Cock-Blocker.
Don’t want those roosters getting out.
I wonder if roosters are into hen-tai.
They’re in it for the Bukakle-doodle doo.
Fowl play, you two. Not that I intend to egg you on.
looks like you need to learn the pecking order around here.
… Mister Popo?
I actually had to take a break from scrolling down to stop laughing. Well done, ladies and gents.
Hahaha! Well played, sir!
Arrrr…
It goes you. The DIRT. The worms that crawl in the dirt. Kami. Then Popo. Any questions?
You forgot the most important part. His STOOL.
One of the best comment chains ever.
Well, you know, birds of a feather…um, flock together!
Misread that last word. Major doubletake.
If somepony tries to cock block, show them that you (cock) rock!
+1 good sir or madam.
+1 indeed.
Is that like pop rocks? Should you avoid getting cola on it?
Depends on what you’re into, I suppose. The carbonation could be… interesting, I suppose.
Now you pay Mike/Iron Will what you OWE Mike/Iron Will!!
A nickel!!
Pre-marital hanky panky!!!
Well, that escalated quickly.
Don’t worry, it’s about to descend.
Horizontally.
Like a rocket.
Just a curb-side prophet
With a hand in my pocket
And I’m waiting for my rocket to come…
The look on Walky’s face is just priceless.
What’s best about it is just how few lines it took Willis to accomplish it….
Walky, your face in the last panel is brilliant. Go get ‘er.
WALKERTON FOR THE LOVE OF CHEESE DO WHAT SHE SAYS.
(also lock the door)
It’s not everyday when a girl asks a guy to take off his pants.
Clearly you haven’t seen my pants. They’re on fire.
That’s because you’re smoking hot. *rimshot*
YUP.
Liar.
*slow clap*
What you did there, I see it.
*slow clap*
What you did there, I see it.
Is it hanging from a telephone wire?
See, I think that would show really, really spineless self-worth and low self-esteem for him to do as she says. She just stood there smiling while her best friend abused him.
“You aren’t gettin’ any sweet caramel Heath-bar unless you respect the pants.”
I CALL BAD TOUCH BAD TOUCH
I CALL BOW CHICKA BOW WOW
I CALL DARK MAGICIAN IN ATTACK MODE!
YOU TRIGGERED MY TRAP CARD, MIRROR FORCE!
IN AMERICA!
Bloody ‘Arpoon!
Gravatar-comment combo. It somehow…. Feels right.
I CALL NEGATE ATTACK.
Derp, typed slower than Aizat.
AWWWWWW YEAH.
PJ jeans: Chicks just want to rip those babies off ya.
Trees: People just want to rip your babies off of ya.
Unless you’re a tree from Evil Dead.
For a second I thought that was a terrible dead baby joke…
GIVE ME TEN!
HUNDRED PUSH UPS! WITH THESE CINDER-BLOCKS ON YOUR BACK! WHILE I BREAK IT WITH MY BARE HAND! WHILE I PLAY THIS PIANO WITH MY BARE FEET!
KEEP PUSHING!
And here I thought she didn’t like Walky wearing those pants…..wait…..Is this is why she didn’t want him wearing those pants in public?
She was afraid that the sheer animal magnetism of walky in pajama jeans would force her to do something uncouth in public. It is Dorothy’s secret shame that she has an overwhelming pajama jean fetish.
Then why would she want him to remove them?
Aye me hearty, it be a tricky fetish for sure
Elementary, my dear Luke! If he keeps the pants on, they can’t have hanky panky goin on.
… God, that’s creepy.
Why do they need to be completely off? Pull ’em down about a foot and there you go.
Fair enough
Because the fetish is with the pants, not him.
Reeeeeally can’t help but wonder if she’s planning a prank of some kind.
I hope not. Most pranks involving a lack of pants are going too far.
Yeah. That would be way too mean.
I was looking at the poster on the wall and thinking “Dexter should be the name of the giant monkey.”
Clearly, I’m focusing on the wrong thing.
He’s an ape.
Oblig. TV Tropes: Insistent Terminology You’re welcome.
what the? I know I typed that link right, but it ate the href=””
try again: Insistent Terminology
Why are apes so sensitive about that? It’s not like I get offended when people call me grizzly bear. Oh wait, that never happens.
Because they know I’ll just eat them.
The comedic stylings of David Willis, everybody! He’ll be here all week.
Hooray for a fun anf proactive solution!
This should be their permanent solution. If Dorothy doesn’t like how Walky dresses, he’ll just be naked all the time!
A provocative solution!
Well, I guess Dorothy went into caramel withdrawal and is now making up for lost time. Whew.
YESSS, I’M GALASSO! I WILL RULE THE INTERNET!
Caramel is very addicting.
I call looking into things too far! She’ll take the pants to clean them, as he’s been wearing them for a few days and they’re dirty. Dorothy will compromise that he can wear them IF they’re clean!
by that logic Walky will be naked for the rest of the comic.
Then it shall be so. IT. SHALL. BE. SO.
SO SAY WE ALL!
EXCELSIOR!
WE ALL SHALL BE NAKED IN THE NAME OF WALKY.
“While we solve a clothing related dispute, what the are you wearing?”
Yeah, Walky, the question we all want answered: Boxers or briefs?
Are you kidding? With pants that comfortable, you go commando.
IT’S A TRAP!
Probably. She said she’ll be back in a few minutes. That’s not enough time for anything good to happen without Joyce getting suspicious and interrupting.
Project the Pajama Jeans Walky! They’re what she’s really after!
Joyce’s eyes third panel yesterday and first today, utterly terrifying!
Oh please let life imitate art.
…You want Willis to take his pants off?
Don’t we all?
Says the doorknob sock.
Arrrr… that be a good joke me hearty
Do I smell a stalker? I’m fairly certain my nose doesn’t lie, it didn’t when it told me about the yelling-anger-pants fight…
Arrrr… scum buckets, foiled again
… Have you had a stroke recently? Or some sort of extremely traumatic even.
Aye, I slept wit your mudder
Aye, I slept wit your mutter
“Now hand me that Doritos taco shell.”
kinky
I thought it was Nachitos.
atta girl
I wonder if Joyce’s pre-marital hanky-panky senses are gonna be a-tinglin soon…
My sensors indicate yes
She’s in a college campus. She would be constantly tingling if that were true.
maybe that’s why she’s been so sassy lately. Cause there is a constant tingling sensation in her head from all the hanky panky goin on.
… How are you so certain the tingling is his her head?
Arrrr… a suggestive thought for sure, me hearty.
Though ye be having a typo… arrrr…
wait about 15 days and your speech pattern will be much appreciated.
Duly noted, me hearty
… Shit. There should be an ‘in’ There somewhere.
I can only see this going in one of two ways…
or maybe threeways.
Or perhaps sideways.
Dorothy, if you are SERIOUSLY going to build your relationship on this – on Joyce bullying Walky into doing what you want because he “isn’t good enough” – then I’m going to be EXTREMELY disappointed in you.
BLEH.
truly a word of wisdom which will make it into your next book,
Sun Tzu: Art of Love.
I once went into a weird little tirade about how the principles of The Art of War could be applied towards building relationships, and when everyone was staring at me like I was crazy, I handily reminded them that love is a battlefield.
Love IS a battlefield. You cannot hesitate even a moment in love. Because if you do, the Roman Gladiator rushing you is just gonna behead you.
Well, Pat certainly thought so.
I’m a child of the 80’s and I got that right away.
Not sure if that’s a GOOD thing or not though…
Woah, that is pretty deep, bro.
Hang on. So Dorothy went from being pissed at Walky to wanting to have sex with him? Am I missing something here, besides the obvious?
Believe it or not this is an extremely comon thing in relationships. Some couples even use lil spats as fore play.
He broke up with her… and she just got a blunt lesson that Joyce will not be able to give her her monkey fixings.
So he provides monkey fix and caramel sexy fix… she knows what she must do. And it’s not dump him again.
SHE WANTS THE DICK.
She wawnts to weach out and gwab his deick… AND PULL IT TOWAWDS HER!
Well the pants won’t get dirty.
Is Walky Spider-Man? He has one of his inexplicable superpowers…
a few minutes, eh? someone’s got low expectations
it might only be a few seconds. don’t forget he WAS in the middle of polishing his knob when joyce busted in.
I’m pretty sure he was just startled by loud and furious knocking at his door. Joyce pounding your door down to tell you what scum you are is sure to startle just about anybody doing just about anything.
See, here’s why I could never get past a certain point in my relationships back in college; I’d have said “No.”
It’s what I would have done.
Geez I’m starting to feel like Daisy right now, everyone’s getting laid but me!
I like Dorothy’s reconciliation methods. We should send her to the Middle East.
FINALLY.
Wait what. I’m Dotty now? But I don’t wanna boink Walky … it’s not right… waaaah!
But he’s sculplted of caramel!!
OMG HOLY SWEET TWO DOROTHYS <3 <3 <3
Can I have one?
YIKES!!
Now that’s more like it! 😀
sorry Joyce but…swing and a miss
better luck next time!!!
Last panel she’s pointing at her chosen pocket monster…
Dorothy used Perverse Affection! It was Super Effective!
Joyce uses PMHP Radar! It went off the charts!
Dorothy’s been watching Milk Money.
Technically, she can come back in like, half an hour to an hour, and say, “I never said exactly how long I was going to be.”
As probably the oldest (and geekiest) person who reads this strip let me sum up Walky’s thought process: Uhhhhhhhhhh, Duuuuuh, Wha!…..ok.
You might be surprised at the age of some of the readers here. As for the geekiest, that depends on many factors.
“NOW! PANTS OFF!”
And there is someone here who is not geeky?
No, Walky, protect your pride and kick her out.
Then you can hold your head up high… and masturbate, alone.
Your gravitar confuses me.
I want it to be tomorrow so badly so I can find out what haaaaaappens!!