This comic brought to you by the aging human body.  Every day, in every way I get just a tad bit grosser.  Any day now I expect to start growing various tentacles and parasitic twins from my glorious posterior.  I’ll be slowly devolving into a mass of putrid flesh, wrinkles, and hair.  Just like God intended.  (Shakes fist at God….. Dodges lightning bolt… Poorly)

By the way did you know if you start repeating the word “tentacles” as fast as you can when you are sleep deprived it sounds just like… Your wife coming down the hall to yell at you to go to bed!