It's absurd how anxious posting this comic late made me. As if all my readers are going to quit in disgust. Please note that it's the tardiness that concerns me, not the fact that I'm making jokes about screwing dead girls.
I'm going to a speed-dating thing tonight in Brooklyn. I'm going to groom myself and dress nicely and I will smile and not be Squidward but when they ask me what I write about I'm going to tell them, and I do not promise not to mention Walter Freeman. Speaking of Walter, and of dating, he had the devil of a time convincing his future wife to go out with him, because she was convinced Yalies were creeps.