Sure you’re the king of the Late Permian, with all the fatty Lystrosaurs you can eat and a squad of little Diictodons at your beck and call to clean your mess and groom your mites... But will the kids of the Quaternary even know you? Will they adorn their bedrooms with artists renditions of you looking fierce and doing cool stuff? Will they sell inflatable costumes of you for Halloween?
Last day of INKTOBER!!! Slice -
Your boy Executioner Larry is back
INKTOBER Day XXX - Jolt
INKTOBER Day XXVI - Stretch
INKTOBER Day XXV - Prickly
INKTOBER Day XXIV - Chop
INKTOBER Day XXIII - Muddy (c’mon now)
INKTOBER Day XXII - Expensive
INKTOBER Day XXI - Drain
INKTOBER Day XX - Breakable
INKTOBER Day XVIII - Bottle
what’s worse cough medicine or malort?
INKTOBER Day XVII - Swollen
INKTOBER Day XVI - Angular
- (also, I hate spelling)
INKTOBER Day XV - Weak
INKTOBER Day XIV - Clock
INKTOBER Day XIII- Guarded
INKTOBER Day XII - Whale
21!
INKTOBER Day XI - Cruel
INKTOBER Day X - Flowing.
The King requires more wine, lizard pope sees to it with haste.
