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9-03-2007
It's Labor Day, which is the one day a year I can feel justified in being a fat jerk. I'm going to spend the day loafing around, hands firmly in pockets, crumbs in my beard, watching terrible reality television on VH1. It will be a rich, full day.
But first! A comic for you. I felt bad that I missed Friday's update (my wife was home sick, and when she's home sick she feels compelled to say "Zach, I'm sick" every ten minutes), so here you go. Maybe it's just on a post-it note, but that's more than the government wants me to do for you. |
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