I know, I know, it’s yet another suicide joke… But joking about it has always been one of my methods of coping with depression, so I can’t tone that shit down. Besides, by the next strip, everything turns out okay anyway.

It’s funny that I made Dirtygirl out to be such a terrible cook, because in real life, Jen is actually an excellent cook. I just like the idea that Dirtygirl would trash the kitchen, making a horrible greenish mess.

Also, how adorable is Brian, wanting to play fetch with a tennis ball?