aaaaa, I do fuss a bit too much sometimes in my own comic.
An entire arc created just cause of writer anxiety.
Frick.
No worries.
I should follow that advice sometime.
Frick.
Heck.
I have fucking..
Oingo Boingo stuck in my head, thanks to fuckin’ deep fakes using Epstein & this bald mother fucker’s head singing the song.
Frick.
It’s not going on the mixtape anyway.
In any matter.
Try and have a good weekend.
Hopefully this gets this out of my head quicker.
Fuck.