Seriously, Georgia works really hard on these strips, dude. If you don’t like them, just … Don’t read them. Imagine how defeating it must feel for an artist to pour their heart and soul into something just to have some armchair storyteller complain.
I wasn’t talking about her belly, folks. I was talking about the heart that looked like it was pointing at her belly. I am more than zaftig; I know not to comment on bodies.
This is literally the way I remember to take my top rack out. Thanks, Georgia, for saving my Thanksgiving every year!