This one's from a few years back but it still gives me a chuckle...
So my girlfriend and I are in a mall standing outside a comic book shop. She spies one of those stupid "Sex Tester" machines, which allows the insecure and/or the vain to part with 25 cents to have their hopes and/or fears validated by random flashing lights.
"I gotta try that," says she.
She goes through the ritual: the laying of hands, the sacrifice of the quarter.
The lights dance for what seems like forever. I am rapt, attentive...yet more skeptical than Barbara Walters at a James Van Praagh psychic reading.
It finally comes to a stop.
She reels away from the devil machine, white as a sheet. My next move is inevitable, as sure as Van Helsing in the final reel of "Dracula".
The coin. The hand. The seizure-inducing display of lights.
It comes to rest...
Absolutely friggin' eerie.
Here's this week's comic: