Cringe. I'm envisioning you with that comic open at your work place. And am half dying of laughter and half cringing on your behalf. Dear God. Kronar really, really, really is not safe for work. I use my phone to browse it when I'm away from home; that way, the connection goes through my data plan and not the courthouse's!
But the comic's pretty awesome, even if it's fabulously subversive and wildly off-kilter. There are some panels in there that, once seen, one just can't unsee. They stick with your brain, replaying themselves at odd and inopportune moments. Like right when your judge asks you if the State intends to file a waiver. And you look up, eyes glazed with images of unmentionable body parts, and say, "No, thank you, Your Honor." And must then resist the urge to burst at the seam with laughter because you said HONOR. Like, thirty times in that hearing.
Really, I have the best job ever. I mean, I get to put people in jail while wearing Calvin Klein bondage sandals and snickering about Kronar. It gets no better than that, my friends.