50,000 Monkeys at 50,000 Typewriters Can't Be Wrong
I woke up this morning to the sound of Anne making the awful noise you make when something you like is destroyed by your puppy.
Anne, being the amazing person that she is, turned this particular troop of lemurs into lemurade:
Of course, I can’t be too mad at Marlowe, because Anne did do this to her while I was out of town this weekend:
I’m calling this one even.
People have been asking me for a T-shirt like this for a long, long time. Like, maybe a year, which is a long time if you’re a caterpillar because holy shit man you lived a whole year? Caterpillars usually live for a few weeks. What are you, some kind of Licherpillar? I cast magic missile!
My friend Joel and I have been kicking this idea around for almost as long as people have been asking for it, and when he put it on cartoon me in a comic, we finally decided to make it happen.
