Well, here we are. I don’t feel like updating you on me, so why don’t you update me on you this time? Are those food prices getting to you? The cost of medicine taking a wet bite out of your ass? Have you been gazing longingly at the barrel of your legally owned firearm? Tell daddy how you are. I can’t promise that government agents won’t find out too, but we all have to live with the spectre of the board of shadowy figures hanging over us anyway, right?
Oh, also, if you somehow have extra money to pay me for making this greatest webcomic on the internet. Objectively speaking. With absolutely no room for argument, or criticism. Please use the links above to make it rain on me. I want to sleep on an ice cold bed of pennies.