Drugs, a tie-in that apparently isn’t, and an awesome beard.
So much depends on the Light Week glazed with rainwater beside the white chickens.
You know nothing of light weeks, sweet summer child.
Use as directed.
We’ve got phones, happiness, and depression.
Food for thought.
The proper comics for the proper week.
Now comes the part where I relieve you, the little people, of the burden of your failed and useless comics….
Our stack is a very very very fine stack.