There has to be a sock monster somewhere. Why else would my sock go missing. I put 10 pairs in the wash, and I swear I end up with odds socks… The only conclusion is that the sock monster is living in my washing machine.

And I win the bet. Ok, let me explain. It’s just gone two in the morning. I realised about 20 minutes ago that I hadn’t done a comic. My friend found this hilarious and bet I couldn’t do on in less than 15 minutes. 13 and a half SUCKER. If only we had bet money. Seriously, apologies for the poor quality of the comic, I really am rushed off my feet at the moment, my dissertation is due in soon, and almost immediately after that there’s exams. SIGH. But would I leave you without a comic? Not if I can help it. Even if you may wish I had… See y’all Thursday.

Oh, and for all you grammar Nazis out there, check out this sweet (well drawn) comic by Spenser. Go on; let your inner Nazi out for some fun. The Grammar Nazi that is, not the Jew hating kind. Keep that one locked away.