A friend of mine was confused a bit by the last panel of yesterday’s comic.

I assure you there is nothing dirty to be read into it.

Can’t a monkey just have a recurring dream about online personal ads and squelching a sure-to-be lubricant-smooth process of mating and procreation, which pierces his mind back and forth; in and out, over and over again?

Man, I gotta get some cleaner friends.