Yes, you heard me. I hate secretaries. They lounge around all day pretending to be working, when really, what else do they do except dream about getting in bed with Shin-Ho and filing their nails all day? When I was accepted to uToronto (two months ago) I went ahead and told my dad’s secretary in Bangkok to book me a ticket to Toronto for the 1st of September. And two days ago I called her up about picking up my ticket. This is what happened. Don’t complain about me not numbering the comic slides or I will personally chop your nuts off. if you read them in the wrong order, you are a dipshit: read left to right you fools.



But she made up for it and managed to get me a ticket on the 3rd, so everything is fine. Except she’s missing a left nipple.