There's only two of them. Should Lyle just toss it off to his left?

...lie bot?

game, set, and match.

afterparty at the Olive Garden.

Fluffy pillows, weed, and Jack Daniels. Oh, why dost thou taunt me, Achewood?

I hear your avatar's heavy teutonic screaming of every word you write. It is outrageous.

That's just a normal day.

agreed. five-fold.

I've tried this home remedy. It usually ends up being a lateral move; not better or worse, but sort of more difficult and interesting. It's definitely a good hangover cure (gotta go light on the hair of the dog, though).

Is Lyle drinking whiskey or Achewater? Either is a fine choice.

It's 'Recurring Bourbon'.

this is why i want a comfy bed in my living room

Greatest sick day ever

word up, lyle.

Teodor knows a good situation when he sees one.

Téodor is more of a pipe guy; he will surely fish-lip it.

Fish-lip?

Let's see . . . somebody with the flu offers you a toke. The weed is good, but there will be flu virus on the joint. What to do, oh what to do?

Toast the mouth end, bro. That's what we do if someone's sick or they slobber all over the J.

That doesn't make sense. Unless you've got some kind of bizarre three-tipped joint, you'd be puffing on the side that was previously lit. Even if you put it out, it'd be all ashes and such.

Well, you just toast it, you know, like when you just finished rolling one and it's a bit too moist along it's side. You don't go all burning it and such.

i'm glad that in my circle of friends, we aren't required to get in bed in order to pass a joint around.

i would think lyle, at least, would think this a little strange.

Lyle believes there is no greater job in all the world than having meaningless sex with women who were recently men. You've got to remember who you're talking about, here.

I think you forgot the main thing about that: he was also paid to do it.

He said it was a job man.

Hmm. I don't think this strip is in my copy of the first book...

sick stylin'

Last time I was sick, this is pretty much how it went. Roll a friend and hit up some Seagrams 7 Crown.

That is one fat blunt.

This is my flu, cold, mopin' and wallowin' cure. Works almost every time, and when it doesn't....it was still hella worth it.

I want to lie in bed, drink whiskey and smoke pot and watch television with Lyle all day.

I like how Lyle's pinky is raised. The weed must be exquisite.

Of course. He is a connoisseur.

I just really want to do this.

I don't know about anyone else, but this is how I spend all my sick days.

That might explain why I take so many of them.

This looks like the most comfortable and amazing thing to do ever.

All those sick days I spent hunched over the commodore 64 plugged into my TV... when I coulda been...

DAMMIT!

Man, this stupid strip is no better than a webcomic.