oh baby. let's sit back, put on the hi-fi, and soak in a hot bath of some kind of dense beefy gravy, together.
i love you.
::: a web comic with teeth :::
we don't need a newspaper or a magazine, baby. we don't need syndication or blurry printing registration. we don't need op-ed to have a venue for our comic. no sir. as newspapers die off, we web comics get stronger. die papers, die! we update this sorry thing about once a week. so if it's been a while, we're probably dead. g'day.