Do you seriously doubt the Willis ability to draw strip after strip with Joyce standing there, only occasionally cutting away to follow what other characters get up to, or to occasionally tease us with clues to Mikes fate?
Why not just ask for a straight billion at that point?
You have asked and now you have received….a question criticizing your request. But its not like we said you would receive what you asked for, just that asking would result in something received.
I recently had a toenailectomy. After I started the antibiotics for the infection it barely hurt. I guess Joyce is not so lucky, and more squeamish than I am (a surprise).
Many years ago I had to deal with an ingrown toenail that had subsumed a dead nail. Luckily the topical anesthetic the podiatrist had worked very well.
Not really. Joyce can’t even think about a shower stall that’s not been bleached out of existence without wanting to cut her own feet off. You’re good.
I had a toenail ripped clean off because I was riding my bike in flip flops and hit a bump causing me to kick the tire. It didn’t hurt right away probobly because of shock. An hour later and lots of blood though and it’s one of my top ten least favorites experiences
Wow, that sounds traumatic. I guess “toenailectomy” isn’t really the word for me. It was infected owing to ill-fitting safety covers for my shoes and too much walking.
From there it was a matter of time until it came off, so there was some pain, but no blood. I count myself fortunate.
And the podiatrist had a foot whirlpool, which I didn’t know existed, but now want when I become rich.
One time I was walking in flip-flops along a street, got distracted by an attractive woman in a bikini driving a Mercedes convertible¹, and stubbed my toe against a steel flange protruding from the asphalt where a bus-stop sign had used to be. There was blood on the floor of the public library that day!
What I’m saying here is that toenails come and toenails go, and that you cant afford to get too attached to them. Also, that rubbernecking at passersby is bad, even if they are expensively under-dressed.
The nailbed giveth and the nailbed taketh away. Blessed be the name of the nailbed.
¹ It was 1984, and seemed like the thing to do at the time.
Thou shalt not drop a five-gallon bucket of coal on your big toe. I did that once. Damn. Talk about hurt. Didn’t lose the nail, but fifty-some years later it still isn’t right.
So many dramatic ways to loose a toenail. I feel I’ve missed out because all I did was wear loose shoes, slipped on a slope and when my shoe stopped my foot didnt. Only hurt for a little while then it eventually turned black and fell off. Well, when I say FELL off I mean I ripped it off.
I had mine nearly ripped off by slipping on some steps. My toenail was just long enough to get caught on said step and jusr… hang there on my foot. Oddly enough, it was more painful getting my toe sedated afterward by the doctor (Danish, to clarify, we got diff. Healthcare system)
I broke one vacuuming barefoot once. (I was listening to music and not really paying attention, until *BANG* I pulled the vacuum back too far, and at full speed.) It only hurt for a little while, but I had to keep all the broken parts glued together for weeks so they’d grow out instead of getting ingrown. Now they all stay short so they don’t stick out beyond their respective digits.
Everyonne in this thread is so metal. I only lost my big toenail once, because an iron vise of the sort one uses to change break pads fell on it. Toenail broke doing its job: my bone did not break. Had the black and blue under a just-intact-enough that I didn’t have to worry about it growing under itself.
I have done it twice, both times the same big toe, both times playing soccer. Miskicked and tore the nail off the base. Left the nail in place until the regrowing new nail pushed the dead nail out. The second time was actually helpful, as it cured an ingrown nail problem that was developing.
I hope that Joyce takes Dorothy’s advice on board and considers it deeply. Most of the things she has done that I have disliked grew from her cocksure moral certainty and high-handed contempt for other people’s dissent.
I think the last couple days are the start of a tipping point. She realized she wasn’t sure she ever felt God, combined with the fact that she cannot square with her church’s treatment of people. Yesterday she realized her romcom/atheists means no consequences, right? attitude she was taking with Jacob didn’t work and that, once again, everything she’d been taught about a subject was wrong. (And meanwhile, the last couple times Joyce interacted with Sal included her realizing Sal didn’t like being idealized as an aloof cool girl, and Joyce actively trying to change that. So she’s definitely growing.)
This being Dumbing of Age, there’ll probably still be backslides and screwups, but I do think this is a point where that lesson’ll finally internalize itself.
Awww, honey. I’m glad she’s getting Friendly Atheist Support about developing an independent sense of morality again. (I don’t remember the comic, but there was a really sweet one of these way back after Freshman Family Weekend, when Joyce’s concerns were largely about her sexual shame complex and not ‘everything you were taught, you are quickly coming to find repugnant’.)
Ooh, the second half of this is another almost-TOO-real one. After growing up believing one thing and realizing you were wrong–and that, in your wrongness, you held beliefs that caused harm to others–you end up with that clawing worry in the back of your mind that it could happen again. Being wrong about the truth and hurting others because of it.
I don’t know if it ever goes away completely, but talking about it does help. Examining your beliefs and the effects they have on others, and making sure you’re not causing unnecessary harm. I guess some might say I overthink these things now, but I’d rather overthink than underthink about important things like this.
Truth is a very elusive thing because we seldom are able to get all the facts. Or we have to act, make decisions when we know we don’t have all the facts. So asking questions, like the other people involved what they want, or yourself a list of ‚is his really a good choice‘ questions s a good strategy.
Because that’s the thing about being an adult: you know you don’t know the what’s absolutely true or right, and you make the best decisions you can.
With confidence. And learn to deal with being occasionally wrong.
Dorothy bring sup a good point. Questioning the nature of things and seeking answers is part of human nature, independently of religion, or ideology. If your ideals are based on blind faith and subservience to dogmas that you don’t understand why they exist, then your ideals will crumble when evidence and contradictions happen.
Is justice real? Only if you want it to. Why do you want it to be real? Because you want the world to be fair. Why do you want the world to be fair? Because I don’t want to see other people suffering. Why don’t you want people suffering?
Making questions is part of creating your morality, creating yourself and constantly learning from mistakes. Call it pragmatism, utilitarianism, or positivism, but the only truth that matters is the one in front of you, and that truth involves other people.
While that’s true, and questioning everything is a good move, I suspect Dorothy is more specifically referring to asking Becky what would be best for her.
Or you just deny those contradictions are true, and double down on what you built yourself upon. Just look at the 2010s in general, and the latter half especially.
So, is there a pool going on how many real world months its going to be before we find out what happened to Mike? I’s also like to make a side bid on if one of the non-evil characters learns what happened (or at least that something happened) before we do.
Asking only goes so far, because people disagree on the right thing. I guess if you ask people you trust and respect, that is potentially helpful. But it’s also easy to subconsciously choose to ask people for advice who will tell us what we want to hear. Or not subconsciously. I find that if I empathize with the various “voices” inside of me, and acknowledge all of my complex emotions, then I can see a way forward. But it’s impossible to do that about every decision. Sometimes you need some guiding principles for when you don’t have the spoons to deeply introspect.
There’s not just the issue of asking for moral advice from people you trust. Joyce also has an issue with asking for permission or consent. Ask people what help they want, Joyce!
Yes, I know. Carla did the right thing by getting Ruth and Billie help they said they didn’t want. Doing the right thing is tricky, and there are few simple reliable universal rules. But Joyce needs to be better about boundaries and consent.
Yes. Sometimes, people don’t know what’s best for them. But we still have to respect their boundaries, because “helping” by forcing what you think is best on someone often leaves wounds to their self determination. We can advise, but stay humble, because maybe what we think is best doesn’t work for them…
Touching strip, but I’m still wondering when it changed from sweater vest to sweater sports bra. At first I thought it bunched up from running but I haven’t seen it unbunched.
Yeah, if you need o ask you are probably not doing the right thing or you need to improve your own morality (as in either working on them or building a stronger will or ideals)
Also , how would you know you are asking the right person if you arent sure about what the right thing is?
You ask someone whose opinion you trust e.g. Joyce asked Dorothy this question. Dorothy herself asks other people she trusts. You ask enough to be confident in your decisions but don’t become so confident that when you have doubts you blindly push forward past them and ignore flags that could tell you that you are wrong.
Even though I don’t really use reddit, a lot of people use the AITA section to get the opinion of others so there are definitely communities where you can morality check yourself via a third uninvolved party who has no stake in it as well.
Love the alt text. Joyce will be perpetually posed, copied and pasted forever, in accidental homage to the late, great Larry Tesler who invented the functions. GNU Larry.
The thing about religion is, you’re encouraged to ask for forgiveness but not critical questions – because you don’t need no doubt or opinion, believing in your cult manual is all you’re required to do. It’s probably pretty comfortable but also very dangerous. And it’s incredibly uncomfortable breaking out of this daze and starting to think and decide for yourself.
As someone who is a current atheist, I will say that this is not true of all religion, only those more conservative branches such as Joyce and Becky were raised in.
My old Episcopal church actually ran ads saying, “Jesus had his moment of doubt–why shouldn’t you?” The idea that doubt and questioning was all part of the process of faith was very important to them.
And I know the Quakers do that on a very large scale, pushing the idea that you have to question yourself constantly in order to actually come to the right action–that thoughtless, reflexive action (or even speech) is usually a bad idea. (I’ve joked that in a Quaker theocracy, there would only be two rules–“Think before you speak,” and “Call everyone, ‘Friend’.”)
Hey, Becks. Should we tell you something that will likely destroy a good part of your happiness and sense of security and leave you living in paranoia and fear, or should we let you continue to live in a fools paradise as your almost certain doom and trauma approaches. Just asking.
The old parables apply here: Good people will do good, bad people will do bad, BUT can do good (if it benefits them,) but in order for a good person to do bad, you need religion.
Also “where do morals come from if not from god/my church?” is answered pretty easily here. Morals are something agreed upon by society as a whole, in general whatever benefits us without causing harm to others is considered moral (at least now it is, in the past various forms of discrimination and exploitation were considered totally moral, which is problematic since a lot of that is in the bible…)
Joyce is getting into standard existential territory for a lot of people.
I appreciate the…representation, for lack of a better term, OF said existential crisis, but is this really worth focusing on? Or is it because it’s Joyce and this very well might be the first time she’s ever had one?
I went hiking in a brand new pair of hiking boots, both my big toe nails turned black and fell off. They grew back fine except they were ingrown, again. Years previously I had the ingrown part surgically excised and was ingrown free for a long time until the hiking boot incident.
Much later, I was assaulted by a crazed co-worker who threw a pallet at me. I was able to deflect the pallet downwards but it hit my right foot, right on the big toe. i got a fracture blister (lovely thing in its own right) and that toe nail turned black, and fell off.
In other words, Joyce just wants to pretend for a little while that the toenail in her foot is the worst toe like problem she has to deal with right now.
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“BUT THEN HOW CAN I REMAIN IN A PERPETUALLY UNCHECKED ANXIOUS STATE FROM GROSS FEELS FROM EVERY DIRECTION”
“…how about we plaster your whole foot and not take it out for four weeks until you calm your taters”
“ok”
Dorothy and Ana, the voices of reason.
If Joyce is really not moving ever again, then these are the last Amazing Joyce Faces we shall ever receive.
Went out on a high note, at least.
Do you seriously doubt the Willis ability to draw strip after strip with Joyce standing there, only occasionally cutting away to follow what other characters get up to, or to occasionally tease us with clues to Mikes fate?
Maybe Mike fell on Asher, causing fatal injuries to both.
So much for Blaine’s junior criminal squad.
Ask and ye shall receive.
Oh, good. Put me down for a few hundred million dollars and whirled peas.
Why not just ask for a straight billion at that point?
You have asked and now you have received….a question criticizing your request. But its not like we said you would receive what you asked for, just that asking would result in something received.
to be fair, Carol probably asked Youth Pastor Powers when he drove her home that one time https://www.dumbingofage.com/2016/comic/book-6/04-it-all-returns/kazam/
I recently had a toenailectomy. After I started the antibiotics for the infection it barely hurt. I guess Joyce is not so lucky, and more squeamish than I am (a surprise).
Many years ago I had to deal with an ingrown toenail that had subsumed a dead nail. Luckily the topical anesthetic the podiatrist had worked very well.
Not really. Joyce can’t even think about a shower stall that’s not been bleached out of existence without wanting to cut her own feet off. You’re good.
I had a toenail ripped clean off because I was riding my bike in flip flops and hit a bump causing me to kick the tire. It didn’t hurt right away probobly because of shock. An hour later and lots of blood though and it’s one of my top ten least favorites experiences
Wow, that sounds traumatic. I guess “toenailectomy” isn’t really the word for me. It was infected owing to ill-fitting safety covers for my shoes and too much walking.
From there it was a matter of time until it came off, so there was some pain, but no blood. I count myself fortunate.
And the podiatrist had a foot whirlpool, which I didn’t know existed, but now want when I become rich.
One time I was walking in flip-flops along a street, got distracted by an attractive woman in a bikini driving a Mercedes convertible¹, and stubbed my toe against a steel flange protruding from the asphalt where a bus-stop sign had used to be. There was blood on the floor of the public library that day!
What I’m saying here is that toenails come and toenails go, and that you cant afford to get too attached to them. Also, that rubbernecking at passersby is bad, even if they are expensively under-dressed.
The nailbed giveth and the nailbed taketh away. Blessed be the name of the nailbed.
¹ It was 1984, and seemed like the thing to do at the time.
verily I say unto you:
Thou shalt not walk in flip-flops on the street.
Thou shalt not oogle young ladies driving in bikinis unless though takest pictures and post them online for the betterment of mankind.
Thou shalt not frequent libraries with steel flanges protruding from the asphalt floor.
Bleeding on the floor of public libraries is flat out.
Thou shalt not name thy nailbed; neither shalt thou curse the name of thy nailbed nor bless it.
Thou shalt consider 1984 and recalleth that Big Brother is watching you.
Thou shalt not drop a five-gallon bucket of coal on your big toe. I did that once. Damn. Talk about hurt. Didn’t lose the nail, but fifty-some years later it still isn’t right.
So many dramatic ways to loose a toenail. I feel I’ve missed out because all I did was wear loose shoes, slipped on a slope and when my shoe stopped my foot didnt. Only hurt for a little while then it eventually turned black and fell off. Well, when I say FELL off I mean I ripped it off.
Thou shalt not be a silly 5 to playing the floor is lava and land toe first on the ground.
(I broke my big toe, dislocated it, and also dislocated 2 other toes)
Thou hast received an upvote.
Thou shalt knowest who hath dealt it wast he that hath smelt it.
I had mine nearly ripped off by slipping on some steps. My toenail was just long enough to get caught on said step and jusr… hang there on my foot. Oddly enough, it was more painful getting my toe sedated afterward by the doctor (Danish, to clarify, we got diff. Healthcare system)
… every time the comic or someone in the comments mentions the toe (including me), I feel a little bit like I’m gonna throw up.
That is all. Carry on. Nothing to see – **HURK** – here.
I broke one vacuuming barefoot once. (I was listening to music and not really paying attention, until *BANG* I pulled the vacuum back too far, and at full speed.) It only hurt for a little while, but I had to keep all the broken parts glued together for weeks so they’d grow out instead of getting ingrown. Now they all stay short so they don’t stick out beyond their respective digits.
As I read these depictions of impromptu toenail removal, I can feel my femurs attempting to flee into my abdomen.
As well they should.
Everyonne in this thread is so metal. I only lost my big toenail once, because an iron vise of the sort one uses to change break pads fell on it. Toenail broke doing its job: my bone did not break. Had the black and blue under a just-intact-enough that I didn’t have to worry about it growing under itself.
I have done it twice, both times the same big toe, both times playing soccer. Miskicked and tore the nail off the base. Left the nail in place until the regrowing new nail pushed the dead nail out. The second time was actually helpful, as it cured an ingrown nail problem that was developing.
*plays R.E.M’s “Stand” on the P.A. speakers*
I hope that Joyce takes Dorothy’s advice on board and considers it deeply. Most of the things she has done that I have disliked grew from her cocksure moral certainty and high-handed contempt for other people’s dissent.
I think the last couple days are the start of a tipping point. She realized she wasn’t sure she ever felt God, combined with the fact that she cannot square with her church’s treatment of people. Yesterday she realized her romcom/atheists means no consequences, right? attitude she was taking with Jacob didn’t work and that, once again, everything she’d been taught about a subject was wrong. (And meanwhile, the last couple times Joyce interacted with Sal included her realizing Sal didn’t like being idealized as an aloof cool girl, and Joyce actively trying to change that. So she’s definitely growing.)
This being Dumbing of Age, there’ll probably still be backslides and screwups, but I do think this is a point where that lesson’ll finally internalize itself.
Awww, honey. I’m glad she’s getting Friendly Atheist Support about developing an independent sense of morality again. (I don’t remember the comic, but there was a really sweet one of these way back after Freshman Family Weekend, when Joyce’s concerns were largely about her sexual shame complex and not ‘everything you were taught, you are quickly coming to find repugnant’.)
Becky: “Friendstealinghussysayswhat.”
Dorothy: “…what?”
Ooh, the second half of this is another almost-TOO-real one. After growing up believing one thing and realizing you were wrong–and that, in your wrongness, you held beliefs that caused harm to others–you end up with that clawing worry in the back of your mind that it could happen again. Being wrong about the truth and hurting others because of it.
I don’t know if it ever goes away completely, but talking about it does help. Examining your beliefs and the effects they have on others, and making sure you’re not causing unnecessary harm. I guess some might say I overthink these things now, but I’d rather overthink than underthink about important things like this.
Truth is a very elusive thing because we seldom are able to get all the facts. Or we have to act, make decisions when we know we don’t have all the facts. So asking questions, like the other people involved what they want, or yourself a list of ‚is his really a good choice‘ questions s a good strategy.
Because that’s the thing about being an adult: you know you don’t know the what’s absolutely true or right, and you make the best decisions you can.
With confidence. And learn to deal with being occasionally wrong.
I love these two.
Agreed. So very much agreed.
https://www.dumbingofage.com/2016/comic/book-6/03-when-god-closes-the-door/resources-2/
Might be a good time for Joyce to remember what was said in the fifth panel…
Big talk for someone without visible fingernails.
Nails are only real if you think about them.
they’re being way too smart something’s up
Ross is lining up the shot from one of those windows in the background.
And Blaine is lining up from the grassy knoll just off page.
Dorothy bring sup a good point. Questioning the nature of things and seeking answers is part of human nature, independently of religion, or ideology. If your ideals are based on blind faith and subservience to dogmas that you don’t understand why they exist, then your ideals will crumble when evidence and contradictions happen.
Is justice real? Only if you want it to. Why do you want it to be real? Because you want the world to be fair. Why do you want the world to be fair? Because I don’t want to see other people suffering. Why don’t you want people suffering?
Making questions is part of creating your morality, creating yourself and constantly learning from mistakes. Call it pragmatism, utilitarianism, or positivism, but the only truth that matters is the one in front of you, and that truth involves other people.
While that’s true, and questioning everything is a good move, I suspect Dorothy is more specifically referring to asking Becky what would be best for her.
Or you just deny those contradictions are true, and double down on what you built yourself upon. Just look at the 2010s in general, and the latter half especially.
Truthiness.
Actually, copypaste wouldn’t work as the seasons change and Joyce is covered in snow and then birds nest in her hair.
Just need a scene were someone sets one of those party tents over her. Then do close-ups so you don’t have to show the tent.
I know how that feels, Joyce
I’ve also had a toenail fall off.
So, is there a pool going on how many real world months its going to be before we find out what happened to Mike? I’s also like to make a side bid on if one of the non-evil characters learns what happened (or at least that something happened) before we do.
Since Amazigirl is a non-evil character and knows what happened to Mike before we do, that sounds like a fairly lopsided bet.
Asking other people about stuff that involves them is generally the best way to do right by them, yeah.
Poor Joyce, this is just not her day, but it’s a necessary one because her church sucks.
Being willing to examine the question of whether what you think is right really IS right is a good sign.
Problems arise when the people around you agree unconditionally.
Dorothy has a process.
No really! She is herself in a situation where she don’t know the right thing to do, so she ask her way forward. Hugs? Hugs!
Asking only goes so far, because people disagree on the right thing. I guess if you ask people you trust and respect, that is potentially helpful. But it’s also easy to subconsciously choose to ask people for advice who will tell us what we want to hear. Or not subconsciously. I find that if I empathize with the various “voices” inside of me, and acknowledge all of my complex emotions, then I can see a way forward. But it’s impossible to do that about every decision. Sometimes you need some guiding principles for when you don’t have the spoons to deeply introspect.
There’s not just the issue of asking for moral advice from people you trust. Joyce also has an issue with asking for permission or consent. Ask people what help they want, Joyce!
Yes, I know. Carla did the right thing by getting Ruth and Billie help they said they didn’t want. Doing the right thing is tricky, and there are few simple reliable universal rules. But Joyce needs to be better about boundaries and consent.
Yes. Sometimes, people don’t know what’s best for them. But we still have to respect their boundaries, because “helping” by forcing what you think is best on someone often leaves wounds to their self determination. We can advise, but stay humble, because maybe what we think is best doesn’t work for them…
The only time ‘I know what’s best for you’ applies is if its a child incapable of understanding that you in charge of.
Addiction interventions probably count too, but with those, it’s hard to help someone if they don’t WANT to be helped.
I think when it regards other people, like this situation does, asking the other person what they want you to do is almost always a good idea.
I think in this case she means asking Becky.
I’m assuming eventually Joyce is gonna have to move so she can go to the bathroom or get some food.
Most of the time the right thing is usually not siding with abusers, zealots, attempted rapists, etc.
but I mean, who really knows these things?
Some secret atheist wisdom right there.
Touching strip, but I’m still wondering when it changed from sweater vest to sweater sports bra. At first I thought it bunched up from running but I haven’t seen it unbunched.
Cropped cardigan most likely.
As a certified Uniform Geek, I am compelled to post this pic of a football uniform which resembled a sports bra.
Several years ago this was an unfortunate look for Oregon State (in the white and orange).
Joyce, please, don’t ask Youth Pastor Powers this time.
Yes, but how do I know if I’m asking the right person?
indeed
You ask several people, not just one.
Yeah, if you need o ask you are probably not doing the right thing or you need to improve your own morality (as in either working on them or building a stronger will or ideals)
Also , how would you know you are asking the right person if you arent sure about what the right thing is?
You ask someone whose opinion you trust e.g. Joyce asked Dorothy this question. Dorothy herself asks other people she trusts. You ask enough to be confident in your decisions but don’t become so confident that when you have doubts you blindly push forward past them and ignore flags that could tell you that you are wrong.
Even though I don’t really use reddit, a lot of people use the AITA section to get the opinion of others so there are definitely communities where you can morality check yourself via a third uninvolved party who has no stake in it as well.
Love the alt text. Joyce will be perpetually posed, copied and pasted forever, in accidental homage to the late, great Larry Tesler who invented the functions. GNU Larry.
The thing about religion is, you’re encouraged to ask for forgiveness but not critical questions – because you don’t need no doubt or opinion, believing in your cult manual is all you’re required to do. It’s probably pretty comfortable but also very dangerous. And it’s incredibly uncomfortable breaking out of this daze and starting to think and decide for yourself.
As someone who is a current atheist, I will say that this is not true of all religion, only those more conservative branches such as Joyce and Becky were raised in.
My old Episcopal church actually ran ads saying, “Jesus had his moment of doubt–why shouldn’t you?” The idea that doubt and questioning was all part of the process of faith was very important to them.
And I know the Quakers do that on a very large scale, pushing the idea that you have to question yourself constantly in order to actually come to the right action–that thoughtless, reflexive action (or even speech) is usually a bad idea. (I’ve joked that in a Quaker theocracy, there would only be two rules–“Think before you speak,” and “Call everyone, ‘Friend’.”)
Wise, sweet Dorothy♡.
Hey, Becks. Should we tell you something that will likely destroy a good part of your happiness and sense of security and leave you living in paranoia and fear, or should we let you continue to live in a fools paradise as your almost certain doom and trauma approaches. Just asking.
The old parables apply here: Good people will do good, bad people will do bad, BUT can do good (if it benefits them,) but in order for a good person to do bad, you need religion.
Also “where do morals come from if not from god/my church?” is answered pretty easily here. Morals are something agreed upon by society as a whole, in general whatever benefits us without causing harm to others is considered moral (at least now it is, in the past various forms of discrimination and exploitation were considered totally moral, which is problematic since a lot of that is in the bible…)
Joyce is getting into standard existential territory for a lot of people.
I appreciate the…representation, for lack of a better term, OF said existential crisis, but is this really worth focusing on? Or is it because it’s Joyce and this very well might be the first time she’s ever had one?
I went hiking in a brand new pair of hiking boots, both my big toe nails turned black and fell off. They grew back fine except they were ingrown, again. Years previously I had the ingrown part surgically excised and was ingrown free for a long time until the hiking boot incident.
Much later, I was assaulted by a crazed co-worker who threw a pallet at me. I was able to deflect the pallet downwards but it hit my right foot, right on the big toe. i got a fracture blister (lovely thing in its own right) and that toe nail turned black, and fell off.
I got a new job in January where I don’t read webcomics at work. So I was 50 pages behind and somehow I STILL DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO MIKE!
In other words, Joyce just wants to pretend for a little while that the toenail in her foot is the worst toe like problem she has to deal with right now.
If Ross shaved, he’d be a featureless, fleshy toe too.
Hey, just FYI, RSS has been broken for weeks.