Love this, and love the selective colorizing of the hat. But in addition to the marital/arachnological humor, the comic timing of the last panel is ::chef kiss::
That is for sure. Driving around this past weekend proved to me that: A) The size of one’s truck is directly proportional to how big of an asshole they are. B) People in the Pacific Northwest have learned to merge into single lane traffic from either watching Salmon swim upstream or from videos of people jamming into Tokyo subway cars.
Chicago drivers have their problems, but they know how to zipper merge. When I habitate in rural Michigan and try to leave a parking lot after fireworks, no one lets you in. Maybe worse than button fly pants is sweatpants with no opening analogy at all.
Heh heh heh. I want that hat for my gardening exploits!
To be fair, you did look a little psycho, i bet.
Brilliant! A real up-to-date slice of life!
Love this, and love the selective colorizing of the hat. But in addition to the marital/arachnological humor, the comic timing of the last panel is ::chef kiss::
To be fair, in this part of the country, there are a lot of fucking idiot assholes out on the roads. Always love your comics!
That is for sure. Driving around this past weekend proved to me that: A) The size of one’s truck is directly proportional to how big of an asshole they are. B) People in the Pacific Northwest have learned to merge into single lane traffic from either watching Salmon swim upstream or from videos of people jamming into Tokyo subway cars.
It's called a "zipper merge" for a reason!
Loving here I often wonder if people only wear button fly pants. That would explain things.
Chicago drivers have their problems, but they know how to zipper merge. When I habitate in rural Michigan and try to leave a parking lot after fireworks, no one lets you in. Maybe worse than button fly pants is sweatpants with no opening analogy at all.