I was actually thinking lately that winning the lottery might be even worse for me psychologically than it is for most people, because it would allow me to indulge all my zombie-related paranoia. I mean, a desert fortress and swanky dirigible would be great to have even if I didn’t sometimes prop a chair against my door in case zombies come in the night. Drinkin’ nice drinks, looking out over the desert, getting Jeeves to gas up the blimp so I can go on a quick jaunt to pee on the heads of the proletariat from a thousand feet in the air? Sign me up.

Monday’s comic does not involve me being a sorry sadsack bastard at all. So, you should check be sure to check that shit out when Monday rolls around.

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