Hey gang! Don't forget that I'll be one of the speakers at VERICON this weekend, so be sure to stop by if you're in the area!
Today's comic was originally going to be Nimmel's slow, comical descent into inebriation, but this scene came to me at the last minute and I decided to go ahead with this instead.
The first thing my girlfriend said when she saw today's comic was, "Honey, this is too similar to your thirtieth birthday." I'm glad she caught on to that because this is almost exactly what my thirtieth birthday was like, minus the naked werewolves. I had far too much vodka, vomited my brains out and passed out on the sofa with a bucket next to my head. It was an unpleasant end to an otherwise amazing birthday.
But I was fortunate because I had a "guard dog" that night. I had several, actually, and this strip is my little tribute to them. You all know who you are. Thanks again for taking care of me that night.
Oh, and I'm sorry for throwing up on your shoes that night, honey. Aheh.
That's all from me for now.