You don’t know frustration until you live in a place with thin walls. I’m absolutely positive that, in my building, there is a small traveling carnival that’s set up shop below me, and some sort of cattle trail above me. Just outside my window? Reggaeton factory.

PS: Here for the first time? Make yourself at home. Kick off your shoes, see what we’re about, browse the archive. We’ve got an RSS, if that’s what you’re into. Normal updates are Mondays and Wednesday. Extra gag strips run on Fridays, below the main comic. Feel free to hit me with the electronic mail or the tweeters.

See everyone Wednesday!

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