Whoopi-dee-fuckin-doo! New comic. An exaggerated depiction of how I sometimes handle life. Which is poorly.

When this goes live, I’ll probably be recovering from surgery by drinking fruit+protein smoothies, taking Vicodin, playing Undertale, and having delusions at home for a week.

I wanted to time the surgery for the Fallout 4 launch, but I’d rather get it done now and get right back into being a hitman male stripper. I’m mostly kidding. Jobs. Lol.

FYI, the art style is never going to be permanently the same. It’ll shift depending on multiple variables in my life.