…even if he were the last man on Earth.
Speaking of the last man on Earth, the eternal cock-tease, and are teen-agers really like that? Really? REALLY? The love story that is the lamest this since this side of 9 Chickweed Lane goes on (OTOH, the characters in both strips are fairly universally uninteresting…once boinked, who cares?):
Fun, Gunther-style at the New Year’s Eve Dance means leaving at 12:30 AM. Woo…
Dump the loser, Rosa! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD…
Keep running, Rosa! KEEP RUNNING!!!
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