Let me tell you, this is easily Leslie’s most favorite page to date. Leslie loves drawing butts more than anything in the world. Hell, butts are probably her most favorite thing ever. It’s definitely her most favorite word. She just calls me “butt” constantly. And she really likes my butt. And has a folder on her laptop dedicated to butts. Her twitter background was once just a crude MSPaint butt. You can even see her drawing a butt in the About section, which I really need to update. Leslie loves butts, and hopefully, you’ll love this page as much as she does.

Anyways, this comic was originally going to be posted much earlier, but I just got done cleaning the room of my roommate and best friend, who had recently left for Afghanistan on a military tour (sound familiar?). Let me tell you, it was the most horrifying thing ever and something I didn’t really plan for, but, see, the cats live in there. And when we notice a mountain-size pile of diarrhea on top of a pile of trash and clothing in a corner, then it becomes my problem. I’m a clean person. I like things to be clean. So I knew this was a huge undertaking, but goddammit, I was not going to let this room become any more of a cat shithole than it already was.

It took about an hour of straight up wading through catshit and my friend’s own hoard of garbage, but I did it. I cleaned the shit out of that room. Our vacuum cleaner was broken, so I had to use the little hose thing across every goddamn inch of that carpet. I went through several pairs of gloves, two rolls of paper towels, a can of febreeze, and a pair of pants, but that room fucking SPARKLES now. I swear, if our landlord saw how it was, he’d quarantine that room as a safety and biological hazard and rip our security deposit in half, right in front of our faces.

Now, maybe this is some of our fault, too. Maybe we should have paid more attention to where the cats were doing business. Maybe this wasn’t all my friend’s fault, and I certainly can’t blame him. If I was leaving for Afghanistan, the last thing I’d want to do is clean my room. And not everyone’s a clean person like me. In the end, I might be the only person to give a fuck about the state of that room. But I think when it’s all over, when he’s returned from Afghanistan and comes back home, I think he’s gonna be ecstatic to finally have a nice, clean room to sleep in.

That’s all for today. See you Wednesday!