People give all kinds of crazy gifts. Underpants, Hankerchiefs. My personal favourite is socks. A lot of people think socks are a possession - something you own. These people are of course mistaken, as we all know that socks are a consumable. You don't own socks, you consume them. They should be found in the same back of the supermarket aisle as milk and bread for your inconvenient weekly purchase, but I digress.

Along with the standards, occasionally people feel inclined to give you a small hairy man as a gift, which is nice. I'm not sure the purpose of such a gift, but if fate has it planned that I should be a sanitation technician (yes, a janitor) then I suppose it's a logical gift.

In other news, I was drunk or something the other day & I decided to put a new comic up every week... Once a week. I'm also inviting a few other artists I respect to submit to this site, so hopefully we'll have a bit of varied content to distract you in the coming weeks.