In my defense, it was a silent belch.
I’m not a complete animal.
In my defense, it was a silent belch.
I’m not a complete animal.
Drive-by ass slaps startle me.
With so many good shows available, I fail to understand why musical theater leans so heavily on this “canon” that’s filled with shallow characters, bad storytelling, and problematic portrayals of race (usually this translates to “all white people, all the time,” but when it doesn’t you get Mickey Rooney in Breakfast at Tiffany’s levels of offensive).
I realize that a lot of this is because the audience will pay money to watch these terrible old shows over and over again, but that older audience is shrinking and you’re not going to pull in a new generation with these sorts of confections.
Tonight I talked to Erika Moen for the fifth or sixth time. I … gushed a little.
Remember, kids: Don’t meet people you admire when you’re drunk.
Also: I am a perfectly reliable narrator and all events in this comic should always be considered the gospel truth.
I’m not sure why my girlfriend ever lets me hang out with her roommate.
Today I went to the dentist for the fourth time in my entire life.
When he looked at my teeth he was positively giddy about doing the cleaning.
There are reasons to get out of bed in the morning.
You have to be quick in this group.
Backstage jokes.
Oh, and I shaved.
Halfway through making this comic, I realized that the panel she asked about was one that a friend of mine hosted.
Small world.