I wasn’t originally planning on posting this one today. I wasn’t even planning on drawing it. But last weekend I was doodling, and imagining what Winslow would look like if he were sick, and everything got a little out of control.

Outhouse Johnny is part of a large family of object-headed people. God only knows why these people were cursed with these heads, or why Outhouse Johnny was picked out among those hundreds of unfortunates to have an outhouse on his shoulders. Johnny will never find true love, and he will never get an honest job.

This is obviously a follow-up to last week’s comic. After eating lasagna (without garlic bread) and being treated for third degree burns from the shoulders up, Winslow approaches Quentin Sadguy with a look of friendly concern on his face….

There is absolutely nothing funny about suicide.

Don’t you hate it when you have a dream, a really great dream, and it ends too soon? Your alarm goes off, your children jump on top of you, your cat starts licking your face… someone or something wakes you up, ruining everything.