TRIANGLES

Hi
Triangles! This triangle is (probably) not named Tim, however if you like comics about talking triangles, my other comic has some comics about a Triangle named Tim.

The Adventures of Tim the Triangle!
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RED SKY

Red sky at breakfast, please pass the syrup. Syrup does rhyme with breakfast, right? Okay fine, let me try again, I think I have something, maybe. Red sky at the tip of your tongue, sailors among? Far flung? Unsung? Dung dung dung? Whatever.

Also, I’m not sure sailing around the world on a giant banana is going to help me walk more, sigh.

WHEN LOST AT SEA

The fourth thing to do is to ask the birds if they have a map. If they have one, you might have to trade something for it. While It might be tempting, don’t ever trade away your last scrap of food or sustenance. While a map is useful, so is not dying of starvation.

FLIGHT OF THE RUG

“You said that this carpet had enough whatevers to make it across the sea!”
“Yeah, but I was lying.”
“Fair enough. Can you take care of my pets till I get back? I might be stuck on this island for a while.”
“Absolutely!”

JUGGLING AT SEA

Some say that the krakens won’t eat you if you manage to keep them properly entertained. Others don’t say anything at all. Presumably because they’ve been eaten by the krakens. However, some others disagree and say that it is more likely that they are simply on vacation or have taken a vow of silence to appease the tallest waves. On the other hand, and no, I have no idea whose hand we are talking about at this point, maybe they took a vow of silence, went on a vacation, and got eaten by the krakens. They say you can’t do it all, but who are they anyway, and did they get eaten by the krakens? I say yes.

ABOUT A BOAT

Can’t decide on what color you dream boat should be? No problem, just get a color changing boat. Satisfaction guaranteed. Disclaimer: Color changing boats may attract sharks, mermaids, and medium sized krakens.

Another Day at Sea

bored

I invited the sun over for tea. But the moon showed up instead. Said, the sun was busy counting all the stars. The moon didn’t want to talk about sports or politics. The moon didn’t want to talk at all. Not even about the moon. So we sipped our tea politely, and then the moon left to teach the tides.

Bird

bird

I mean, like seriously? How am I  to know if I got up on the wrong side of bed when I wake up on a pile of rocks? At least my pajamas aren’t too embarrassing.