Maybe that last panel is a spillover from my Valentine’s Day dark place. In a desperate bid to stave off the crushing loneliness, I invented a romantic situation for myself. However, in a classic bout of self-destruction, I ruin the moment by shoving a seagull up my butt. Oh, to the psychologists whose coffers I could fill!
If I have managed to ruin the love-lives of anyone reading this, I apologize. Well, half-heartedly. Honestly, I could wrest a twisted sense of satisfaction out of knowing that someone checked over their should mid-coitus.
