Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

…or at least until Judge Pissypants starts in on his book critic…

…and what kind of Old English/Old Norse/Old Fuddy-Duddy storyteller would I be if I didn’t resolve this cliffhanger?

And then twerk tweak it a little more:

Still, all good things must come to an end…

Val and Co.’s voyage continues, with time for him to reflect…

…when you have no idea what’s been going on in a storyline.

(Ghost whips it out whenever he can. — Old Jungle Saying!)

…that might explain a few things.

Dr. Keith Cavell was a one-time associate of Rex’s.  Rumor has it that he was interested in/hit on June before she and Rex married.  Which means that Keith is probably long dead by now.  Anyway…

Okay, I haven’t been mashing on Apartment 3-G because it’s boring as hell, but when certain hand gestures send a significant portion of the folks at The Comics Curmudgeon into a tail-spin into the gutter, I must respond. (Read:  this is probably the first time that something mostly innocent was my first thought.  My second one was, of course, the obvious one and the choice of the masses.)

Oh, yeah, that crazy hand-jive (what can you do? She’s a city girl, after all)!

June really DOES seem to be glowing!

On the other hand, perhaps June and her hormones have every reason to be whacked out (between this storyline and Rex’s ol’ buddy Buck, I’M getting pretty hormonal, and not in a good way)…

…and Unfettered Avarice.  (Oh, yeah, blah blah blah of growing up a poor black girl…)

Oh, hey, remember those old radio/TV shows like Mr. Knowitall, that would answer questions from listeners/viewers?  Well, we have a genuine one!

The poor guy’s been in the U.S. for only 9 hours…ah, but he’s young and strong!

And yes, it gets worse…

This riff popped into my head, only because Gunth and his mum made a reappearance after a couple of weeks (and apparently I wasn’t ready to let go of them so quickly).  Oh, and the return of commentary that lippage = sexual activity.

Ew.