Parks are automatically funny places. They’re a big section of land where we’re all allowed to go to feel like we’re outside. It’s like putting a bug in a jar then throwing a couple leaves in there so it feels like home. The even funnier thing is that a lot of parks close at night! “Sorry kids, outside is closed, try coming back tomorrow.” Man, civilization is dumb.
-Wes
the crashing-down-to-earth in the hidden comic made me chortle
Just an observation. Nobody ever posts comments on these until after noon, even though the comic is reliably up way before that.
What I’m saying is your audience has no jobs and doesn’t wake up until noon.
It could be that the comment moderator has trouble getting up before noon to approve our comments because he (or she?) goes to bed every night with a handful of valium and a bottle of vodka to wash away the stupidities we made him read that day.
This comic was ghost-written by the comment moderator.
depression could be from TOO MUCH hope 🙁
What’s really weird now is. I moved from suburbia to a place that’s more rural than where I used to camp as a kid.
It’s really weird.
The downside is how would you ever know you got what you wanted?
Reading this brought to mind the expression “hope springs eternal”. which in turn made me wonder if there was a town somewhere called Hope Springs that had adopted the slogan/tagline “Eternal” for its tourism business.
I search Google maps, but there is no such place. I had hoped there was.
If depression is the absense of hope, and he still has hope, therefore he is not depressed.
Every night I hope I die in my sleep, everyday I’m disappointed.
Trust me, it is depression.