hey-baby
Original: hey-baby on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Woman (in bed, to man): Baby, the elastic on these boxers is so worn down... they could fall off at any time.
Panel 2:
Man (sitting up in bed): Baby, there are so many holes in these tighty-whiteys, they leave nothing to the imagination.
Panel 3:
Woman: Baby, you know how you said that if I forgot to do the laundry again, I'd be out of underwear?
Man: Yes?
Panel 4:
Woman: SLIPPED MY MIND.
Panel 5:
Man (naked, covering himself): I'm never getting into to a long-term relationship again!
Panel 6:
Woman: Speaking of long-term, I think this whipped cream on my nipples may be expired. Use your judgment there.
Votey:
Close-up of a person's face. Handwritten text: I think I'm wearing your shorts.
Woman (in bed, to man): Baby, the elastic on these boxers is so worn down... they could fall off at any time.
Panel 2:
Man (sitting up in bed): Baby, there are so many holes in these tighty-whiteys, they leave nothing to the imagination.
Panel 3:
Woman: Baby, you know how you said that if I forgot to do the laundry again, I'd be out of underwear?
Man: Yes?
Panel 4:
Woman: SLIPPED MY MIND.
Panel 5:
Man (naked, covering himself): I'm never getting into to a long-term relationship again!
Panel 6:
Woman: Speaking of long-term, I think this whipped cream on my nipples may be expired. Use your judgment there.
Votey:
Close-up of a person's face. Handwritten text: I think I'm wearing your shorts.
Alt text
A six-panel comic of a couple in and around bed having an escalating exchange about their worn-out, hole-ridden underwear, framed as flirtatious pillow talk. She opens with 'Baby, the elastic on these boxers is so worn down... they could fall off at any time'; he counters that his tighty-whiteys have so many holes they leave nothing to the imagination. She then reminds him he warned that forgetting laundry again would leave them out of underwear, and deadpans 'SLIPPED MY MIND.' He, now naked and covering himself, declares 'I'm never getting into a long-term relationship again!' She replies, 'Speaking of long-term, I think this whipped cream on my nipples may be expired. Use your judgment there.' The joke runs sexy-talk cadence over mundane domestic decay (laundry, expired food). Votey: a hand-drawn close-up of a person's face with the caption 'I think I'm wearing your shorts.'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.