[[A person is in a cemetery, near a gravestone. Other people stand around staring.]]
Person: Frankly, you deserve this. You KNEW I wanted a sans-serif font, and you IGNOERD me.
Person: So really, this is YOUR fault.
I've discovered the worst place to wander while arguing on a hands-free headset.
{{Title text: Three headstones down, I got a call from my mom and it went from bad to worse.}}
Warning: this comic occasionally contains strong language (which may be unsuitable for children), unusual humor (which may be unsuitable for adults), and advanced mathematics (which may be unsuitable for liberal-arts majors).
We did not invent the algorithm. The algorithm consistently finds Jesus. The algorithm killed Jeeves. The algorithm is banned in China. The algorithm is from Jersey. The algorithm constantly finds Jesus. This is not the algorithm. This is close.