2009-08-25
Original: 2009-08-25 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A woman with dark hair and glasses sits at a desk working at a computer. A man with reddish hair in a purple shirt stands behind her, looking displeased.
Man: HEY, YOU'RE FIVE MINUTES EARLY. I GUESS THAT'S SORTA YOUR THING, EH?
Caption (below comic): My job at the premature ejaculation clinic was short-lived.
Votey:
A smiling man with slicked-back hair leans in.
Man: HEY DARLIN'. LOOKS LIKE I'M TEN MINUTES LATE AGAIN.
A woman with dark hair and glasses sits at a desk working at a computer. A man with reddish hair in a purple shirt stands behind her, looking displeased.
Man: HEY, YOU'RE FIVE MINUTES EARLY. I GUESS THAT'S SORTA YOUR THING, EH?
Caption (below comic): My job at the premature ejaculation clinic was short-lived.
Votey:
A smiling man with slicked-back hair leans in.
Man: HEY DARLIN'. LOOKS LIKE I'M TEN MINUTES LATE AGAIN.
Alt text
A woman with dark hair and glasses sits at a computer at a desk while a displeased man with reddish hair in a purple shirt stands behind her, saying, "Hey, you're five minutes early. I guess that's sorta your thing, eh?" The caption below reads: "My job at the premature ejaculation clinic was short-lived." The joke is that the speaker is a patient at the clinic, and his being early is an insult about his condition. Votey: A smirking, confident man with slicked-back hair leans in and says, "Hey darlin'. Looks like I'm ten minutes late again" — boasting about lasting longer.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.