You know, I actually expected a joke like this to make the panels of TBL. Sadly, Grand Avenue beat them to it. I did chuckle at this comic so that says a lot about my sense my humor. Or as I call it: my Humor Tumor.
And, once again, Veeblefester chooses beauty over brains. 30 words per minute is pretty bad especially compared to my 65 words. Oh, wait, he's talking about talking. Thirty words a minutes speaking doesn't really sound like much. I'd do some research on it but this is a comic strip blog and it's not worth my time.
