For the record, the joke was almost on me. You see, I thought the gag was the other way around. That in reality the obvious connection between pubic lice and extreme personal grooming was actually a red herring for some more nuanced connection between the production of wax and crustacean shells. I didn’t realize my error until I had already written two panels, and my attempts to salvage the joke with nothing but a new punchline resulted in a rather… confused script. Forrest and I briefly considered publishing it as-was as sort of an absurdist piece, but ultimately I went looking for the Macbook’s crumple-up-the-current-document-in-a-ball-and-throw-it-toward-the-nearest-waste-bin-narrowly-missing-its-aperture.
Surprisingly, it didn’t have one. Just boring ol’ “delete”.
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