Super-Fun-Pak Comix by Ruben Bolling for February 26, 2025

With gazpacho dip

Freedom toast, drowned in butter with cinnamon while hugging Old Glory.

I’m passionate about French Toast…am I from an alternate universe?

That’s it, talk about what you dig, Dougs.

I’m indifferent to French toast, which I haven’t even had since I was a kid, and not very often even then.

I don’t consider my universe to be an alternate. All those other universes are the alternates.

Now hang on. My blorkmeal is almost ready. And I’m having whirled eggs with it.

I think French toast is just fine.

“I went to a restaurant that had a sign that said ‘We serve breakfast any time’ so I ordered French toast during the Renaissance.” – Steven Wright

My theory is that the boundaries between the infinite universes are thicker or thinner according to how different they are. Everybody is constantly jumping from one universe (where you had 394 Cheerios in your bowl at breakfast last Friday) to another (where you only had 377 Cheerios), but nobody is ever aware of it because the differences aren’t noticeable.

Of course sometimes tiny differences have huge impacts (if Winston Churchill had sneezed at the wrong moment the Germans would have won WWII), but those compound over time so it becomes increasingly unlikely that you’ll cross into such a universe.

Anyone who can draw THREE Dougs is jus showing off.