Unlike this man's wife.

Just when you think that you're alright...

I played that entire album on repeat for ages. I was hoping someone linked it so I didn't have to.

Hmm. You didn't mention how belated. This all checks out.

Ah, the ouroboulderos.

Yes. It is my ideal weather.

I am a sweaty yeti though.

Might explain the preference.

I actually love that. Perfect weather.

That option is greyed out. It's hell, after all.

I thought I remembered seeing this before someone turned it into a comic.

In a funeral procession.

Nah, they're better off two'd.

Start hitting yourself, start hitting yourself!

(The weapon, obviously. Not you, OP.)