If I remember correctly, Boolah and I were in a bar eating tacos when we discussed the particulars of this page. I was drinking straight cranberry juice of course. Not sure what Boolah was drinking. Anyway, I knew eventually I was going to have to discuss the rather delicate issue of the paternity of Cheryl's baby, and more notably, the somewhat lack thereof. One of the handy things about having a writing partner is that he can bite the bullet on a sequence like this, while all I gotta do is draw the pictures and rewrite the words.
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