Oh, poor Stephanie. It’s going to be an interesting morning.
Speaking of interesting mornings, we’ll see what Anya and Jacob are up to on Friday. At least Anya has to work today (today being Monday in the comic).
And yes, I was hearing Uncle Bonsai’s “Boys Want Sex in the Morning” when I was drawing this.
Let’s all give the Reverend Vas a big groovy thank you. She’s the reason you’re able to see a comic. I upgraded WordPress, and, once again, it wiped the site clean. But she stepped up and fixed it. Again. She is my guardian angel.
And she makes some of the coolest, most outrageous, smartest comics you’ve ever seen. Rasputin Barxotka, over there to your right. Click the link and add another favorite comic to your list.
Vas, you are too wonderful. Thank you.
Uh-oh. Stephanie may have infected Edison with Puddin’ mouth disease!
Puddin’ pie, honey bunch
You know that I love you
I can’t help myself . . . The Four Tops – paraphrase.
When she’s drunk, Edison doesn’t remember who she has sex with, unless they stick around to introduce themselves when she wakes up. It’s kinda like pre-emptive amnesia. Sometimes, I think she wants to forget Larry. Problem is, Larry’s sticking around.
I was wondering how groggy Larry would be after sleeping so deeply. I’m always more disoriented after a deep sleep than a fitful one.
The spidery look of Larry’s arms half sunk in the covers is a hilarious touch, too. It gives him a subtly ineffectual look that emphasizes the fact that he’s been cuckolded by a robot.
If I have read more into that than you intended, for heaven’s sake say nothing. Brilliance is also in the eye of the beholder.