This is symbolic of the desire we have probably all had to be a secret agent. Ah, those times when you were a kid hiding behind things at your mom's job. You can still pretend.
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Hi. Hope you’re all doing splendidly well. Everything is coming up over this a way. Very excited for birthday happenings.
Today’s drawing is brought to you by the letter “F.” That stands for “fucked up and thought maybe things would work out okay.” Clearly they worked out. Just not well.
And again we get to see my love of women in jumpsuits. I’m eating quinoa and carrots even though there are chocolate bars directly behind me. They cost money, and it’s highly doubtful I have any cash. So that explains that.
Jeez, Joe. I will send you your prize next week at the latest. Now that it’s publicly declared, I won’t forget. That’s the theory, anyway.
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Had a Dollar, Got Chocolate