My New Family

Back by popular demand, I present to you a lost comic that I wrote after the first week of being in Italy. Viewer discretion is advised (because SAD). The following is a non-dramatized, true story.

It all started one night during dinner...

roommate, housemate, and myself (counter-clockwise)

blissfully unaware of the events about to take place

thanks, housemate

somebody HELP

being a good sport

seriously?

 

thanks, roommie

ponytails...OR HORNS

-___-

incredibly helpful housemate

giving them what they want

just then...

host mom picks an excellent time to arrive

clearly the only one with compassion

speaking italian, at last

comic relief --> how badly I drew stairs

finally deciding to help

but...

it was too late