How has no one mentioned how effing huge the ring is in the fourth panel?  I tried to pay attention through the rest of strip, but it was like:

Panel 4:  "Whoa! Did he make her a goddamn bracelet instead?" 
5:  "What the christ - now it's small again!" 
6:  "I haven't watched Honey I Blew Up The Baby in some time..." 
7:  "That was a really stupid title for the sequel..."
8:  "I guess 'enlarged' wasn't a fun enough word..."
9:  "'Engorged' is probably too fun..."
10: "Wait - what?"

Apparently when Ray is sufficiently stoned, he becomes aware of an unseen audience unable to hear his speech audibly, and will therefore pronounce some words phonetically for their benefit.  How polite of him!

I think Onstad mixed up Blister and Todd in the way the squirrel is talking in this strip.  There is copious use of "frikkin" but only one stutter and its in all-caps.  Something seems wrong.

These flowcharts are following thoughts, remember.  It would really suck to have to think with a stutter. 

Also...

wtf is that?  Or is that just total common knowledge, and I should be all ashamed? 

It looks like a kit to fake out your friends, when you can't train your real squirrel to water ski, and you felt real embarrassed about it.

So Lazy Legs Syndrome is the result of affluence that means the legs have excess energy (or "qi"). Solution: Toil in the fields, you fat, soft, white-collar fucks. Toil in the fuck*ng fields and wear those twitchy legs out. Stop drinking fluids filled with stimulants. Stop inhaling smoke containing stimulants. Stop watching a broadcast meant to stimulate and tittilate to sell consumables, while sitting there and not channeling the stimulation. Work. Play. Masturbate. Do something. Soft overlord class! Soft overlords and their pathetic diseases of affluent dominance? Restless Legs Syndrome gets as much sympathy from me as the fuck*ng gout.

I had Restless Legs Syndrome for a couple nights in a row once (which I guess makes it more like Restless Legs Incident). Likely it had something to do w/ Things Put Into Body That God Did Not Want There, so I wasn't bitching about it, but it was still a little freaky.  I mean, insomnia due to racing thoughts is one thing, but uncontrollable twitching can be quite off-putting.  I'd always get like this close to conking out, and my legs would go, "Fuck this!  Let's party!"

I wasn't about to just let insomnia rule me, though, so I tried burning off the energy in pretty much all of the ways suggested.  I ran around the block like 8 times.  I shot a BB gun at things.  I listened to White Town's "Your Woman" roughly 900 times on repeat.  I [choose one]'d at least a couple of times.  And then, when I finally tried crawling back in bed... *twitch*

Maybe it isn't the most legitimate disorder, but I was definitely glad when the spell passed.  And if people out there have it regularly, they deserve relief from it, even if the thing is somehow their own fault.  No one needs leg hiccups.

Personally, I thought the best celebrity to come bust up some gay porn would be one of those Predators (from the, uh, Predator movies). 

Steve would be all nailin' Andy (and/or possibly Ron), and the Predator would keep trying to interrupt w/ its wide assortment of weaponry (e.g. wrist blades, incendiary devices).  It would be quite a crossover adventure. 

Also, there would have to be more than one scene shot from the 1st person perspective (Predator totally wrist-slashing at your FACE), possibly requiring 3D glasses.

I wanted to mention this yesterday, but I was too ashamed.

Téodor's eyes are always generally pretty terrifying - I suppose as a reflection of his soulless, stuffed animal nature - but perhaps he has been hittin' the weed weed.  I imagine he needed to take the edge off after his confrontation with Philippe (although I imagine pretty much every conversation w/ Philippe could end that way). 

I guess it depends on how he's sing-songing those words.  I imagined it pretty mincing before, but now I've got this heavy reggae backbeat in my head.