In the very first Rehabilitating Mr. Wiggles comic strip, now available in a 140-strip collection, the titular teddy bear visits a court-ordered counselor to work through his sexual deviancy. You won’t have to read long, however, to realize that it’s really creator Neil Swaab in therapy here.

His ultra-raw strip is chiefly a series of three-panel dick, shit and sodomy jokes. But while any alternative comic could do that, Swaab out-alts them all with a relentless dedication to plunging into material far beyond the pale of even his most provocative peers (child molesting jokes, anyone?). “Beyond” is actually a good word for Swaab’s depraved shock and guffaw masterpiece; “subversive,” “deviant” and “fucked-up” just won’t cover it unless you preface them with it.

What keeps it from turning into a simple gross-out factory is the dichotomy of Mr. Wiggles’ cute face and evil soul. There’s just something eerily funny about a teddy bear telling a woman, “But if you don’t have sex with me and my friend in the bathroom stall, then the terrorists win.” Or being advised by the floating head of Jesus to kick a cat in the face after asking WWJD? Shame on you Swaab, you sick, sick man. And shame on me for laughing my ass off.