I seem to be able to get away with pun strips if I add a panel at the end where I somehow indicate that I know it's a bad pun.

Most poetry just confounds me. I really want to like it, but I can't help thinking it's a hoax. (p. 24)

If you put me in South Park, that audience is going to fall asleep in five minutes.

If a restaurant offers crayons, I always take them and color throughout the meal. It beats talking to the people I came to dinner with.

I recently forced myself to read a book on quantum physics, just to try and learn something new. I was confused by the middle of the first sentence and it all went downhill from there. The only thing I can remember learning is that a parallel universe can theoretically be contained on the head of a needle. I don't really know what that means, but I am now more careful handling needles.

Basically, I learned to read by reading 'Peanuts,' just wanting to know what they were saying.

Repeats are the absolute soul-crushing killers of the comics page.