These past few comics have been unbelievably painful for me to read.

In fact, the first comic starring the urethra weasels had me staring at it every few hours shocked and appallingly intrigued by the visceral response that it inspired in me.

This is my one year anniversary of surviving an 8 mm kidney stone and having a laser shoved up my urethra to blast it into pieces.

I still vividly remember standing in the shower trying to pull a stent out of my kidneys and through the most tender of regions.

All I can say is ouch, damn you Jon, and can I get a shirt with the urethra weasels on them?