I’m Mad at You

I’m mad at you, Carl! You know what you did! I’m outta here!

Don’t go, Anastasia! Why are you mad?

Wow, Anastasia is real mad.

Women always get mad without explaining why.

The thing is Toast, men secretly know the reason women get mad, but we don’t tell them that.

Why not?

Because we don’t care!

Slap!

Gosh, men sure are stupid. I told Carl I was mad at him, but I wasn’t. He’s probably thinks he knows why, too.

Carl never zinks with ‘is ‘eart.

Whaddya mean, Mallory?

Oh… I mean zat ‘ee’s selfish, clueless and oh so insensitive.

So the reason girls look extra cute when they’re sleeping is because they’re not talking!

Carl always says women are complicated… but ‘ee never really tries to understand zem.

Is like saying love is ‘ard without ever really loving.

Holy hamburgers, Mallory! You’re real smart!

No, I’m not… I didn’t even finish ‘igh school.

So every morning in high school, I’d be like, “Fuck this funeral!” And then I’d head home, smoke a wizard and watch Fraggle Rock!

I wonder why Carl acts so dumb. Working at that porno company probably doesn’t help. Imagine! Pornos all day long!

Yuck.

So that’s why so many male porn stars grow moustaches: it totally hides the lip herpes!