This could not be more true. It's 10 a.m. and I'm not sure that I've made it to the acceptance stage quite yet.
I couldn't help myself. This white-hot comic crossover is too good to pass up. Run, gang!
One occupational hazard of reading Sunday funnies is I start to hear a ba-dum-chhh percussive flourish in my head when reading punchlines. With Frank and Ernest, I often hear a full-blown drum solo. Nobody does punny like these guys. Nobody!
No words. Simply funny.
This comic validates my need for a best-friend unicorn.