His optometrist kept trying to sell him on glasses, but all he needed was to remember to raise his desk.

Also, he’d been wondering for months where that doohickey on the back left corner of the desk had been. “Why did I put it on the under shelf? Oh, right. That was the evening I had that bad trip and spent the evening hiding under my desk.”

You know how euphemisms can be lost to time? After seeing it illustrated, I think Tiberius’s “personal fish-slappers” might be an example of one.

Is that a toaster? My toaster doesn’t do windows either, but in my experience that’s normal.

I don’t know what’s going on here, but I can definitely identify with Orange’s feelings.

I don’t understand how any of this results in the slice being larger than the loaf.

They do. I wish I had included the label because now I’m not sure and we bought these things years ago.