Well, except the first panel.
Y'know what else I hate drawing cause they always look funny? Beards. Y'know what every fucking guy in Portland has? A beard.
I had a dream last night that I got in a fight with my brother (who reads this blog) because he said my grammar was terrible. I even had to go get my copy of Strunk and White to show him. I wonder what anxiety that's a metaphor for?
*Meagan's version of my nickname is pronounced like Fergie.