Have some RariJack for Christmas. (So it's come to this; I'm doodling shipping stuff.) The only thing more embarrassing than drawing this comic is getting the idea for it in the middle of a business meeting (someone used the old line about a gift horse) and just dying to be able to scribble it down before I forgot it again.
[For you city slickers out there, there's an old turn of speech about never looking a gift horse in the mouth. When you buy a horse, you check the teeth to see they still have ridges, which means they're not too old and worn their molars flat from use. My grandfather used to run with a crowd who referred to the other old geezers as "smooth-mouthed".]