The Way Out Is Through The Sliding Doors
I was going to continue the "why there are no men in Sconeborough" series this week, but the next one will take a bit of extra time to draw. And since I missed class at the end of the semester to see crazy old Robert Smith & friends at Coachella, I have a bunch of work to do. Awesome! In the meantime, have this thing! I can't resist poking fun at NIN. Neither can my friends. I feel like we owe Trent Reznor an apology for all the jokes we've made at his expense over the years, but we're not done yet.