I would be lying if I said that the last panel of today’s strip didn’t fill me with great girlish bouts of glee. Haven’t we all wanted to spell something with urine at one point or another? I know I have, and I relish the opportunity to do it here.

What I like most about this strip though, is simply that it goes somewhere. Don’t get me wrong, I love the ones we do where someone get’s kicked in the crotch too, but I’m really getting a kick out of being able to tell a larger story this time around, and believe me it just keeps getting bigger. Ideas are being thrown around HQ as if were were two monkeys flinging poop. Wow, we really took a turn for the scatological there didn’t we?

In non-bodily function related news, I am so stoked for Sunday. Why you ask? Well friends, Football is back!! I have long missed watching my beloved Pat’s play, and if the Season Opener on Thursday night with New Orleans vs. The Colts was an indication, this is going to be a great season. I don’t know what it is about football that makes it so great, but I love the strategy and drama of it all. Don’t get me wrong, as a Canadian I was born with an undying devotion to hockey (and curling, but we wont talk about that) and I can’t wait to see how badly the Leafs are going to hurt me this season. But there really isn’t anything quite like a lazy Sunday with some chips and pizza, taking in the NFL.

So with that said, I bid you all adieu. Stay tuned for the next installment of our little melodrama, and when you go to bed tonight say a little prayer that involves the words “Patriots” Win” and “Superbowl.”

Strapping on the elbow pads,

-MM