Whatever happened to all this season’s
Losers of the year
Every time I got to thinking
Where’d they disappear
Like many adult Americans, I prefer to be intoxicated on Christmas day. Some call this addiction. I call it self-medicating for the benefit of others.
I’m not a role model, or a regular person. I’m alone on Christmas because I’m belligerent and undiplomatic by nature. I lack the ability to mask contempt or disdain. Just days ago, I told three separate strangers to go kill themselves. I make jokes and draw comics to keep from screaming death threats at people.
Oh, and if at all possible, I try to stay high, all the time. Continue reading
Behold, I softened the strip’s headline in a way that doesn’t make me want to puke (one could argue it’s a ‘topical reference’), but also won’t scare off potential sharing visitors. Of course, when they read the strip itself, then they want to puke. As long as you share, in the spirit of the season!