Gut Reaction

Since I first learned the remarkable sciencey titbit that humans are 90% microbial, and presumably 10% real fruit juice, it has become uncomfortable for me to tell women that I love them. I'm a very honest person so I now tell all the hot mamas that 10% of me loves them.

But that's a lie because it's just my brain that loves someone, not my heart or spleen or toenails, so I guess I should modify it to "Less than 1% of me loves you. No, not that part! Okay, maybe it is that part. Stop laughing!"

But even that's inaccurate as it's only a small part of my brain that deals with the cross-section of interpersonal relations and glandular activities so I've decided to amend my romantic pronouncements thusly:

"Love, Earth woman? What is love?"

Yeah, I just slay 'em.

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Note: For reasons that escape me I failed again to create a bonus 'toon. You hate me, don't you? Wahhhhhh! I'm so unhappy! Where did I hide the unhealthy food?

=Lefty=