Here is an early transmission of YSL in time for the long weekend. This comic strip is simple, just a backhanded affirmation of your superiority, you sexy beast.
You are the best!
Here is an early transmission of YSL in time for the long weekend. This comic strip is simple, just a backhanded affirmation of your superiority, you sexy beast.
You are the best!
For a while now I’ve been playing around with an image of a little depressed kid with a manic chicken on a leash. I thought about spinning it off into a more traditional comic strip called “Master and Chicken” but other obligations have prevented me from exploiting the wealth of comedic potential. Someday . . . someday.
For now, you get this.
My wife is convinced two strips about children will imply that she may be “up the duff,” or “off the blob” which I can only infer means “knocked up”. The truth is, as Charles Schultz could attest, little kids are fun to draw. I’m trying to mine some new territory here after one hundred and seventy-six strips. Indulge me.
Being one-half of a newly married couple, I can assure you that as soon as the ring is on your finger, everyone is asking when we are planning to have kids. My brother and his wife are months away from his third child. I work with “at-risk-teens.” Kids are a mind-field every step of the way. My wife and I are not proud, so we are looking to cut corners where ever we can.
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Oh, and check out the new poster I did for
No real summary this week. Just something I came up with while picking up my socks at home.
Just a reminder, this weekend is the Sixth Annual Spenard Social at Fiori D’Italia (