I think there is some confessional aspect to this comic, it runs so often.
Another job lost to automation. Damn intrusive robots.
It costs him money when Glorious Leader does not sleep alone, so . . .
Does not own a dog, not a real one, anyway.
I bet Native Americans see 1621 as a bitch of a year, too.
That explains it. I was lost AF.
I miss mine.
The chi of the cat merges with the chi of the planet, then attaches itself to the exact center of the Earth. Feel free to move all you can, human.
The allegory continues. Lovely
What an allegory