Oh, my aching horns. Much drinking was done yesterday. And now I hear that the Church actually decreed SPD to be on the 15th this year? Well, whatever. Like I go by their calendar anyway.

Manitoba was… interesting. I wasn’t quite sure if their King knew I was there, and the movie debut guy actually managed to escape my sudden attempt to consume him by wielding what is called a “curling broom” in a manner that only ancient ninja-masters must know about. Once again, Manitoba proved to be an exercise in humiliation on some level.

I don’t even know if I have the consolation that I’ve been officially re-banned. Was I unbanned in the first place? Manitobans are a confusing and wily lot.

Is there a band called Manituba? There should be. I feel like I have a whole bunch of Manitubas in my head right now.

(For some background on today’s strip, head on over to this one, mortals.)