I always wanted more than 50 hours every week and a paid vacation (on the Jersey shoreline)

An exercise in futility: because just like just like Jesus, I can resurrect myself from the dead and my blood is made of alcohol.* (clicky to enlarge)

Every word of this comic is true except the part about getting on the train at 8:15am...that would mean I actually get to work on time.


*My apologies on the lettering and perspective. Although people tell me I am am artist, I can barely read my own handwriting and have a deathly aversion to rulers...