Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal by Zach Weinersmith for November 29, 2016
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Transcript:
My dad always took me out on cold clear nights to look at the sky. I can still hear him now. Don't look at the spot on Jupiter! He'd say. It looks like a nipple! The devils gland! That's always filled me with wonder. When do I get to meet grandpa anyway? When you're old enough for him to be dead.
