Ah, how could I do so many comics riffing funny lyrics and not at least give a tip of my hat to the Beatles? I can’t. It’s impossible. This comic came to me so quickly I literally laughed aloud and surprised myself. What’s better still is that I am the Walrus was written solely to screw with people trying to interpret lyrics so it’s doubly wonderful to put into comic form. And I adore it. It makes me happy to sing along. Win win win!
But really this comic cuts to the quick when it comes to the pure silly nature of Glen… playing with bendy straws like so many of us did as small children. It’s just perfect in every way.
And since I am here babbling at you about literally nothing how about I end this entry with the most whimsical thing I know about walruses? Here it is: There was a skeleton of a 2,000 pound walrus once discovered buried under a train station in London with eight human bodies. No one knows where it came from or why it was buried there. Now you can stay up at night wondering pointless things too. You’re welcome.
