Day 12: ¡Piñata!
TINA: Take THAT!!!
BUSTER: Ouch!
BEARCAT: Good hit, birthday girl!
CAPER: Dafuq kind of cream filling is this?
ZEEBA: Blood!Blood!Blood!Blood!Blood!Blood!Blood!Blood!Blood!
BUSTER: Why am I (ouch!) getting this sense of (ouch!) deja vu?
Oh how FESTIVE! A Busterata ! May I have a turn??? ***whack***
Pam
Everyone is invited to take a whack or ten! Just make sure to rinse off any candy you pick up really good…
happy cinco de decembrio!
Buster is bringing the sangria… all natural!
Yay for Zeeba and his/her (I forget) thirst for bloooood.
Her. Zeeba’s all about breaking through the glass ceiling of the male dominated world of serial killers…
Oh dear, Buster as a pinatà-so sad.
But just think of the joy he brought to the faces of little children that day!
That has gone a long way from Buster being responsible for his own death to senseless violence. Good job, well done!
I don’t know if Buster was ever largely responsible for his own death… even when the gag was going on in my comics. His frequent demises are usually just the result of his very poor luck and the fact that you can’t drive more than a mile around here without finding a flattened possum laying in the road…
He is aptly named!