This is probably one of the stupidest comics I’ve ever done. I realize that I’ve probably said that before, but this time I really mean it.

Millions love the Paleo or “Cave Man” Diet. Early humans lived in sync with nature, and so they were healthier, remaining free from cancer, heart disease, and obesity until dying in their thirties from predation or childbirth. For that great beach body, you can’t go wrong eating the same cauliflower bisques and gluten-free cookies as our hunter-gatherer ancestors. But why limit yourself to one time period? History provides us with an exciting array of dieting options.

We need more superheroes that become superheroes because they actively tried to become superheroes. Brave men and women that purposefully bombard themselves with gamma rays, radioactive spiders, the X gene, and/or the Power Cosmic. Winslow’s method might seem a little crude by comparison, but we have to applaud his moxie.

The celebrity memoir that doesn’t live up to its expectations has become as ubiquitous as the genre itself. Even more disappointing are the tell-alls penned by authors looking to cash-in on their often-tenuous associations to figures of public curiosity.

Rarely do these books by jilted lovers, former friends or estranged children deliver on their claims.

Today’s strip is pretty simple. In fact, the only reason it exists is because last week I drew a raccoon stealing sausages from Annie, and I wanted to follow up with a picture of him sharing his spoils with Winslow. It seems like something Winslow would do.