See also “Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.” ‘Tis a fine sentence, that one. English gets kind of a bad wrap, what with it’s rather convoluted structure and bloated lexicon. And I suppose that’s not really an unfair, as the poor thing is a bit of a mess. Consider, though, that it lets one create beautiful absurdities like the above. How can you hate that?

It’s like that crazy guy out behind Wal-Mart. Sure, he throws rocks at passersby and holds council with his own feces, but when he starts to sing, angels weep.

Ultimately, though, this comic was just an excuse to finally combine my two favorite things: undercover house-cleaning services and crappy wood paneling.