Please note that these strips are sequential. The latest ones are, well, the continuation in the strips. Best to start wayyyy down at the bottom of the page to begin. Otherwise you'll end up like me, somewhat devoid of perspective and with an odd penchant for yelling at people for no apparent reason. Or those tiny electrodes wired into my synapses have begun to pulsate. (They're being operated by intelligent chimps driving around in RV's).








Doodletits!










Yup - Prozac!

Don't worry folks, this is still as twisted as ever. The formatting has been difficult as of late, as the matron of our ward only lets me out of solitary on her "women's days" and the occasional electro-shock therapy sessions I am to endure.