So first of all, happy effing Valentine's Day (because even if I DO have a date, I choose to remain snarky about the stupid holiday), and welcome to the beginning of the longest Valentine's Day in comics history.


Because, when you think about it (and I'm required to think about it three times a week now), a cartoonist can't have a holiday-themed story arc without painfully dragging out the blasted day for, possibly, WEEKS.


I hope this doesn't repel too many of you; I promise not to make it too hearts-and-flowers.
This IS a strip about sacrasm, drinking, and sexual frustration, after all!


On to new topics... my pal Kelvin was kind enough to point out that "beastiality" is actually spelled "bestiality."
(GWS strip #116)
I retorted that Enligh is a stoopid langwidge anyway, and he came back with a quote I agree with SO much, I simply had to share it:


The problem with defending the purity of the English language is that the English language is as pure as a crib-house whore. It not only borrows words from other languages; it has on occasion chased other languages down dark alley-ways, clubbed them unconscious and rifled their pockets for new vocabulary. - James Nicoll


*sniff* Thank you, Kelvin. Thank you.


On with the story arc at hand. (Oh, the humility!)