Yeah, that's what I like about the joke - you don't even realize what his hand was doing under the table, until the last panel
Oh look, it's the guy from this comic:
To put joking aside, I have been trying to make a sort of quilt pattern to add to one of my sweatshirts, but I'm not good at sewing and don't have a sewing machine. So I would probably listen to her talk about quilts and how to make the edges look good.
in all nine species of female snakes they examined
I'm sure they actually did the study in an organized way, but I imagined them checking the snake species one by one. "Okay guys, that's eight out of eight so far. If the next snake also has a clit, we're calling it - all snakes have clits."
I choose guilty sex.
It makes it a little raunchy, without explaining why.
It's not the same exact plane, but another article mentions a Boeing employee who did have nightmares about specific planes being sold to Air India. This plane was produced shortly after the time when she was keeping track of those ones:
Cynthia Kitchens, a former quality manager who worked at the Charleston plant between 2009 and 2016, has a binder full of notes, documents and photos from her frustrating years at Boeing, one page of which lists the numbers of the eleven planes delivered between early 2012 and late 2013 whose quality defects most kept her awake at night. Six of them went to Air India, whose purchases were bolstered by billions of dollars in Export-Import Bank loan guarantees. The plane that crashed was delivered in January 2014 from Boeing’s now-defunct assembly line in Everett, Washington, though its mid- and aft- fuselages were produced in Charleston.
I don't have a website or social media with comics, unfortunately. I started making these recently to share with friends (as motivation). There is one other comic I posted on Lemmy, but it's in a different style.
Maybe in the future? :)
~~You should interpret it as me making this comic quickly and forgetting to fill in his hair colour in the second panel~~
The magic forest restored his youth.
Also, thank you for the nice compliment!
Yeah, fictional romance is more interesting when it's forbidden in some way. Otherwise, who wants to read a romance novel about a nice couple who meets at the library when they're both single, and proceeds to have a wholesome relationship? Great for real life, but boring to read about or watch a movie about.
Many of the traditional reasons for forbidding a romance are gone in the contemporary world. Different race, different social class, same gender, rival families? Not convincing.
So you're left with stuff that's plausible but icky, like being in a relationship already, or being teacher/student or boss/employee. Or pornographic stuff like step-family. Those are problematic and people will criticize them.
You could set your story in a historical setting in which the countess and the gardener are truly forbidden from passion, or a fantasy world where the ogopogos and sasquatches are sexy rivals.
Or just have a lukewarm type of forbidden-ness, like "his family's greeting-card store is in competition with my family's greeting-card store" or "we're coworkers."
It would be funny if earwax could be expelled intentionally, by clenching our ears and extruding a big ol tube of wax.
Restaurants, too!
Even if you resist the urge to buy books and souvenirs at the airport, arriving 3 hours early will probably mean you need to eat a meal that you would have otherwise eaten at home or at a cheaper restaurant.
And even if you're not hungry, you might choose to sit in a comfy seat at one of the airport bars, having a few drinks and appetizers.