If you listen quietly, you can hear the endless prattle of pointless unrealistically quick conversations of Gilmore Girls. This is while you’re being attacked my lime disease, from the cats, that are from that guy.
I think I need to make that last panel my phone background.
what… happened to his pants…?
specifically he’s going to rehab
where he’s going, he don’t need pants
…you misspelled lonely…
also, i’m thoroughly impressed that his chin looks like a single shorn testicle.
but I digress…