Some nights, I collect drinks like Zelda hearts: very slowly and dying a bunch along the way.
I Frankenstein'd this comic together from a bunch of ideas that didn't work well enough on their own. Ha, I'm saying this as if this comic is an unbridled success; like in that Mary Shelley novel we all had to read in high school, I guess I created a monster here as well and abandoned it to society, where they'll reject it with torches and pitchforks. I'm just glad my site doesn't have a rating system for each comic. My self-esteem is low enough as it is, thank you very much.
But yeah, in my experience, girls hate getting picked up, literally AND figuratively.