It's worse than I expected. My expectations are too high.
There are two "jokes" today - for whatever reason.
I wonder if both were sent in by Jay, or if Brookins came up with the drawing all on his own.
And hey, the person cooking spam a lot (groan - how dare they mention Monty Python anywhere near this tripe!) doesn't have to be a woman - the reason he eats the same damn meal is because he never bothers to cook or buy anything that tastes better.
I like spam, fried on bread with mayo. Wheat bread, I'm not completely hopeless.
But that's just wrong, eating it more than 3 times a month, let alone a week!
That pink mess is too damn salty for more than one sandwich! And I've had the dubious pleasure of eating it mixed with scrambled eggs on white bread. "Delicious." *toss in garbage can*
If this woman makes him spam that many times a week, she wants him dead.
And then she'll eat him. Though he won't be healthy, not with all that spam.
Complicated murder-suicide here.
There, I salvaged today's comic. I win!
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