his is Ned. I just spent two days in South Carolina on a date with an older gentleman. While my friends thought I was getting stabbed to death I got to eat at two different buffets and a Montana themed restaurant, saw a beach lined with dead jellyfish, and argued with my date about whether or not the boys he was checking out were 15 or not.

Anyway, Frank thinks today’s comic is my evening (I am Sid and the date was Ric), but I disagree.

Sid didn’t get any mylar balloons. See you on Friday!