Poor Miss Anya. Ah well, the course of true love, etc…
Friday-it’s Storytime With Anya. For real this time. How is she gonna handle this one? You’ll find out in a couple of days.
In the meantime, relax, have a cuppa, and here’s hoping you have a great rest of your week!
Uh-oh! Poor thing.
I have no pity for Anya. None whatsoever after how Charlie has cast her.
Let’s consider the alternatives. We’ve got Edison (who looks like she is less than 24 hours of sobriety away from a suicide attempt over whatever Big No is her backstory), Stephanie (our friendly neighborhood Child Woman Robot who is likely to kill her first several sex partners by accident), Toivo (who may or may not differentiate bedroom from bathroom functions), Eleanor (whose affability masks some seriously twisted pathology) and good old Larry (who is the standard Wish Fulfilment Audience Stand In for the male readership). In light of that, a insecure nasty librarian clown freak who likes a bit of leather in her lovin’ looks like a pretty good option. I’d do her.
Well, when you put it that way…
Me, I love ’em all. Maybe not in “that” way, but I still love each and every one of them.
By the way, thank you for that succinct (and pretty accurate) assessment of everyone!
I’m a giver. Seriously, keep up the good work on Anya. She’s worth the serious case of Carpal Tunnel you’ve given me…
The Chuckleslovakian Parliament has the same problem.
Have we seen THIS old lady before?
She doesn’t look the same as the last one.
I have reason to believe they might be discussing the last one, actually.
And Anya’s anatomy is looking increasingly surreal.