I looks like some of the courage that Little Winslow injected Winslow with actually lingered in his system a bit longer than everyone thought. Or else Winslow took a smaller dose this time. Whatever the reason, his newfound courage has apparently replaced other important qualities, like common sense and self-preservation. Let’s all just hope there’s a good burn clinic nearby.

I know I’ve been goofing around with Winslow’s head a lot this year, but I can’t help it. It’s too much fun.

If you’ve played Breath of the Wild, you know that unlike other Legend of Zelda games, where you find weapons and armor and keep it forever, Breath of the Wild’s equipment eventually wears down and breaks. So don’t get too attached to that woodcutter’s axe, Winslow; it’ll get destroyed eventually!

I don’t know if I’m dating myself with this particular comic–I know I’ve got a lot of readers out there that are 10+ years younger than I am. But this particular comic is based on a John Carpenter movie from 1988 called They Live! starring Roddy Piper, Keith David, and Meg Foster.

Personally, I find this alternative a lot more positive than lemonade.

Sometime I draw a comic because I want to tell a funny joke. And sometimes I draw one because I want to draw giant syringes.

Do we really want to explore the possibilities of Winslow having children? Little Winslow is the closest thing he has to a son, but I don’t think miniaturized clones really count.

This is a lot of vending machines full of products I’ve never seen before. I think Winslow and Kurt must still be in Japan.

This is the second time Winslow has been hanging around in someone else’s bathroom when legs are being shaved. I swear I don’t have a weird thing about this sort of thing, but being married for a million years gives you a fascinating look at women’s grooming habits, and I feel like I need to share this information with all the single guys out there who have an unrealistic view of womanhood.

Good morning or possibly afternoon (or night)! Welcome to the April 2017 issue of Defenestration! And if I’m here welcoming you to a new issue, that also means I’m sitting at my computer the night before this issue goes live, wondering what the heck I should be writing about for my editorial. I mean, I could tell you about all the stuff you get to read this month, which may or may not include clown removal, jabberwockies, interesting clothes, dead bodies, ballet, and a bear named Doug.