First, I feel like I must address drawing myself for a third consecutive week without a shirt. Actually, I got nothing, other than enjoying the fine rendering of my Zangief patch of chest hair.
Okay, as for the comic itself, this is one of those strips where I didn’t take much artistic license. This happened, exactly as such. Sometimes I make bad choices in the heat of the moment. I’m human, but I can live with it.
I nearly shit my pants reading this one! And im still laughing as i type this. Something about how uncontrolled and disgusting sneezes are is hilariously awesome.
They are profoundly disgusting.