This was one of those pieces where I went into it knowing what I wanted the buildup to be and had to seriously think about the punchline direction.  I ultimately decided on…well, this.  My wife, the strip’s first line of defense against suck, laughed ’til she cried.  So up it goes.

MRS. SHOEBOX’S ASSESSMENT OF TODAY’S STRIP: This one killed me.  It felt me up on the subway, carved its name on my butt, banged my mom, and made me call it “daddy.”

Speaking of my lovely wife, she’s not only a master of the poetic critique, she’s also a skilled metalsmith, and has been creating selling handmade jewelry for several years.   You can check out her stuff at her online store, Manic Metals. (UPDATE:  Link fixed now – sorry!)

See you on Friday!