Regrets come after the tree crashes down.
I’m tired, Christmas is over, and I’ve got work tomorrow. That’s life after all the celebrations. I don’t know about you guys, but imbibing too much eggnog and sugary treats has its comeuppance the next day. I just want to sleep until next Christmas, but I guess it’s time to get ready for the New Year’s.
If you ever need directions, don’t ask Pirate for help. Also, don’t throw parties underground unless you want to eat dirt with your cake. You may also observe the cake is strawberry today. Just because.
It’s a hiding-under-a-bush party. Don’t ask.
I feel like Pirate’s the life of the party while Knight’s a bit socially awkward. Smart, but awkward. Then again, I have problems talking to turtles too.
Learn a few icebreakers, Knight.
How many pictures with stick people is too many pictures? Probably this one. But it’s about a universal truth: if you’re having a party, you’d better have enough cake for everyone.
She’ll have to stay hungry for a while.
Just when you’re trying to sleep…you’re awoken by stick-people having a crazy party next door. Happens to me and Pirate all the time.
Their party is about to be crashed. Or smashed.
I like food. Pirate likes food. We both like eating food, but here’s the thing: food is more fun to eat when there’s someone to enjoy it with. Now I’m hungry again.
(Knight is frying up some rice, in case you can’t tell. Fun fact: rice is really hard to draw properly.)
It’s a fine night to have a food party!
