Back from Florida.  Apologies to Phoebe for this comic.  I said to her, “I’ve been wanting to do a Phoebe comic, but you haven’t done anything funny.”  Fortunately her intestines solved the problem.

Besides, I figure it’s my turn.  When we were kids she was the queen of potty mouth.  She’d spend hours screaming about poop to college students jogging past our house.  Or she’d dress up in costumes with her friend Sofie, take the dog for a walk, and tell adults who stopped to pet the thing that Dixie’s name was “Poopy Butt.”  Shortly after she learned the words for genitalia, she’d run around screaming “Bloody Penis!  Bloody Penis!” to scare me and my friends.

Shit.  Now I have to apologize to her for telling these stories.

Phoebs, I love you.  But I love poop jokes too.