The genesis (or nebulus. Or Sega Genesis) of this comic is my trip yesterday to the New Braunfels Wurstfest, which was such an amazing experience that I will have to write about it elsewhere, perhaps in blog form.

I will just say that my wife and I shared a stick that featured five different kinds of sausage plus a roll, all impaled. There we were, biting into the thing together, and I daresay it was one of our more intimate moments that didn’t involve the risk of having children.

Food on a stick rocks.