Someone over at The Comics Curmudgeon (sorry, I’ve forgotten the name — if you read this, let me know, so I can give credit where credit is due!) mentioned that the prostate-oriented chatter was pretty boring, and if we had to endure it, why couldn’t it be punctuated with great histrionic panels, like the Mayor’s wife Rose having a melt-down over the phone. That is true.
The same individual speculated that a coffee cup with Rose becoming a complete and total shamble would look good on a coffee cup. Also true.
Unfortunately, I don’t think we’re going to be seeing this any time soon over at Cafe’ Press:
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