Don sees the recently deceased. It is known.

I thought it was great, though it definitely threw me for a minute. I think seeing that he was wearing socks and no shoes won me over.

*Tom and Lorenzo flip furiously through their DSM-IV*

Third fuck's the charm!

You mean the first time someone wore shoes? Joan wore her boots in his office recently, but perhaps boots have different juju.

well, Countess Von Zeppelin and I…

"I don't want to live in Newark!"
"No one does."

0:00 This is going to be good

Does it count as a soft-shoe if you dance in your socks?

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards France to be born?

Well maybe he can console himself with his thousands of adoring fans. You want to share your wins your wife because of your solitary (hermit) existence—and who wouldn't—but Jack White has plenty of other people happy to express their enthusiasm for all things Jack White.

Yeah, that panel conveniently glosses over the fact that she had been talkin' shit.

This needs about a hundred more upvotes.

*billy boy makes a mental note of that fact that Scrawler's sweater seems to be up for grabs*

They sell dick cream now? *tosses aside his tub of Fast Orange industrial cleanser*

*nods thoughtfully as head gradually expands, finally exploding like a balloon, from which several jive-talking pigeons emerge*

The Cownterbury Tails.

"GodDAMN this is a dark timeline!" - Cat #2

Well at least he waited until Stevie Smith was dead before he ripped her off. Vic Chesnutt put her "Not Waving But Drowning" poem to music on his first album.

"Now here's another super set of songs about waves."