By bats | May 31, 2013 - 10:35 am
Posted in Category: Pulling the Plug(ger)
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Neddy’s friend Thalia’s husband Ross really and truly is kidnapped! This is no swindle? Why? There’s a ransom note!
Oh, my gosh, and for the last week, Thalia’s been crying on Abby’s bodacious shoulder, because the kidnappers are planning to mutilate Ross each day that the ransom isn’t paid. The fiends!
It started with fingers…
Oh Abby…nothing gets past you, does it?
So, this laff riot has been going on for months (maybe two weeks) with (1) gawking at Sven, (2) taking a chilly dip in the pond, and (3) Sven cannonballing into the pond. Oh, don’t forget the witty Burber bon mots.
In other words–boring as hell.
Can anyone rescue us from these precious, precious pieces of Art?
YES!!! It’s none other than…
GARBAGE APE! (No, I am not making this up…check out Heathcliff, 30 May 2013. I cannot explain it, but I’m awfully glad it happened…)
It appears that all the Good Stuff (Les writing the screenplay for Lisa’s Slog and Darrin and Darrin’s Wife having a baby) in Westview is going to start tumbling down with the reappearance of the guy who knocked up Lisa the first time around — those in the know tell me the result was Darrin. Like I care.
Of course, the absolutely non-riveting coverage of Les’ climb to OSCAR-hood featured his sad-sack mug, undoubtedly aiding Darrin’s baby-daddy in finding these twerps. The question is: if nothing had been mentioned of this, would Darrin’s daddy have been able to recognize Lisa’s knight in tinfoil armor?
I don’t think it would’ve been difficult…
Bio-Dad Frank calls Bio-Son Darrin, who has no interest in Bio-Interacting with him. Nevertheless, Related-by-Marriate Jessica feels the need to yammer, nag and push Darrin to the point of no return. (Nice, Jessica. Really, really nice. Then again, it’s…)
As you might expect, this being Funky Winkerbean and all, the meeting between Derwood and Bio-Dad goes badly. Bio-dad want to make a buck from a reality show that’ll feature bastard dad (figuratively) and bastard son (literally) reuniting happily. Dagwood doesn’t go for it, and all sorts of aspersions are cast upon reality shows (wait to get an easy victory, Batiuiuiuik!). As Dario storms out…
…some people go out of town, some people have projects planned/promised to them, and some people just sit at their computers, waiting for the projects that never are realized. (Yes, I know of what I speak.)
At least my CC buddy queek is on a rapid learning curve with GIMP or PhotoShop or something equally wacky… (sadly, Mark must be our sacrificial lamb in the “traumatized for life” department).