I like racist jokes. I like sexist jokes, and fat jokes, and jokes about children dieing, and on and on. Thing is, every time I come up with something along these lines I’m hesitant to post it. I still draw it, because that’s half the fun, but I often keep them to myself. I know a lot of people don’t like these sorts of things and, well, sometimes I wonder why I do. Is it because I’m racist, or sexist, or whatever other derogatory distinction you want to make? I don’t think so. When I thought about it more I realized I don’t like those jokes and those jokes alone. More simply, I just like jokes. Jokes about anything. Whether it be about a cat playing with some yarn or that same cat being hit by a car, if it’s funny I’ll laugh and if not, oh well. I can’t recall ever being offended by a joke, or really anything that wasn’t directed directly at me, and even then it’s rare, and, well, I simply don’t get people that are. And so I will continue, producing comics that I like. And some people will be offended. And I won’t get why. Perhaps that’s the funniest part of all.

Those last few sentences are some schlocky-ass bullshit, but, stories need endings, right?