Word Press is currently broken somehow, making it impossible to post a comic. This issue will be addressed shortly. Instead I will regale you with a short story.

Yesterday I got out of the shower and realized I had two pair of boxers on the floor of the bathroom. One dirty, one clean. However both were blue Hanes ComfortSoft Waistband Boxers,* doubtlessly the best boxers on the market these days. This was a terrible decision. I did not want to wear dirty boxers, but I could not distinguish which pair was clean. On closer examination  I was both delighted by my hygienic practices, but dismayed that I could still not choose which pair was clean. I had only one avenue left to determine which pair I should put on. I never was able to get into the part of chemistry where you “waft” to determine pungency, so I went for the gold. Nose pushed deep, and inhaled sharply…

At that moment of awe and joy felt as though the knight from the end of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade was standing beside me. He placed a hand on my shoulder. “You have chosen… wisely.”

*I feel I should tell you I did not receive any endorsement deal from Hanes, or Wal-Mart where these boxers were purchased. Had I received any sort of discount or free product and then mention it on my blog I would be under legal obligation to share with you I was no longer an impartial reviewer. However since I cannot afford a lawyer to defend my innocence if I was asked by the FTC to prove my innocence, since agency regulation places the burden of proof on the accused instead of carrying it with the accuser, I thought I would make claims of my innocent and honest endorsement before any litigation could be brought forth.

There is another matter of which I must speak. One that has troubled me deeply for some time.

Long have a battled this unbecoming rot within me. For years I have battled this unsightly plague. Every month or so it reared its head, forcing upon me a choice. I’ve taken the easy route these last years, merely lopping off the visible symptoms, while never addressing the true issue. Sometimes I would try to hide it’s ugly head, pushing it back down deeper within myself, but never being rid of the problem. Tonight as I stood before the mirror I was confronted with it yet again. I was afraid, as we all can be when faced with a decision which we know will bring us pain. In a rush I knew what must be done, and I carried it out. It was hard, my hands shook when I viewed myself in the mirror, but no longer could I stand by and treat the symptoms of what was growing within me. I knew that if I pushed it down to hide it, or snipped at it to gain me a few more weeks of peace, it would only be back again. To truly improve yourself you must rip out what plagues you at the root. Tonight was truly self improvement. After I stilled by inner turmoil and braced myself for the pain I finally did it. I shed a few brief tears afterward for the pain of what I tore out inside me.  Full two inches long was that nose hair I held between the tweezers. It must have grown from somewhere deep within the base of my nose, that would explain the tears. I feel better, being rid of it. But how it hurt, to pull forth that unsightly blemish.

Comic from… Wait… No comic today. Curses!