Tags for this comic:
meta, ants, color print
I'd be down with ants if every now and then a bunch of them would bring by some money for me. Nothing is said between us, just a 'fat wad' is laid on the ground at my feet and nothing more is said.

BUT THEY DON'T SO FUCK EM. I hope they get in a fight with a bigger bug that kicks their ass.

I am back in Oklahoma for a while. I'm actually pre-writing this for my trip, so I am not yet back. But I will guess that I am and that I am melting on the hood of my Dad's truck. Or my plane didn't make it, and this is a hilarious and sad final bit of myself left behind. Whichever.