28 pancakes later…

holyshit it is monday.

so hey, how is it going, my friends?  i found out that the taco shop near my house has the best ‘pollo asado’ in town.  i do not think i can be blamed if this comic is primarily ‘burrito-centric’ moving forward.

this weekend was quiet.  i played halo.  i played bass guitar because my band played at a breast cancer fundraiser called ‘boobapalooza,’ and we will play any event with the word ‘boob’ in its title.

i hope your weekend was thrilling and that monday buys you an ice cream cone because you deserve it.