And I don't feel guilty. Much.


I bet this is the last time she ever makes that request.


You probably had to be there. It was very impressive, the short-term memory loss displayed.


I already drink, or conversations like this would drive me to do so.





I'm not sure if she was trying to be funny, or if she was just really dumb.


Not funny. Not meant to be funny.


Not really a joke in this case. More of a plea.


I don't know why I am the way I am, but I get tired of fighting with myself.


That would really hurt, I think.


I've taken substantial liberties in paraphrasing this conversation.


She was actually pretty hot, but not because of her feet. Her feet were a little creepy.


I did three different versions of this comic. This was the first version, and I guess I like it the best.


That's fine, though. Her loss.


Okay, I've managed to fool one. Only 3 billion or so left to go.


This was a conversation I observed one night. I'll have to try this.


He was joking, but at least one guy in the place seemed quite intrigued.


I won't mention how terrible I looked after I gave her hat back.


Yeah, right. Like I'd really do something like that.


She was also smoldering hot, but that was just a bonus.