A massive pity party goes on…
(A tip o’ the pins colada to Paul H. from Readers of the Comic Curmudgeon for a brilliant little take on things (and Wilbutt found his other shoe, too!)…
Another day…another day for grieving…
And Paul’s snark still haunts me…
And you thought bitching about being stranded on a desert island was bad? Consider whining about supposedly losing a loved (well, liked) one at sea…
What should a marooned person do on a deserted, desert island? Realize the life he’s lived has been a wasted, selfish one. Other than that…
Let the rape of Paradise begin!!
Will he? Will he? Or won’t he?!??
Steaming ahead with the Sunday funnies, as Wilbutt’s desperation mounts…
Will the search for Wilbutt go on? Yes? No? Who cares?
And then, it may not matter (in the meantime, Welcome to Isla de los Gatos!!!!).
I wonder how many Fancy Feast cans Wilbutt could fill (and just SHUT UP, Mary):
The professionalism back on the ship is a wee bit suspect…
Hmmm, he’s either the Guest of Honor or the Main Course; I get those two thing confused.
Then again, we could’ve avoided all this speculation days ago…
A tip o’ the life preserver to Michael Martin, one of the Readers of the Comics Curmudgeon on FB:
And I mean EVERYBODY’S getting into the act!
Dang, even my husband has gotten involved!!!
Heck, we’re just happy (delirious!!!!) that she told Wilbutt NO to his marriage proposal. I’m sure he’ll take it like a man…
Well, yeah….
Love, passion, hatred…say what you will or what you want, but time marches on…
Maye there’ll be a bad connection…
Meanwhile, Wilbutt still drunk…
And even more meanwhile, Wilbutt still drunk…
Is he? Isn’t he? who cares? Let’s just revel in the possibility…
The intertoobs are burning up with the chance that Wilbutt is a goner. Maybe he was rescued by SeaWorld or Marine Land or Greenpeace…or even the Santa Royale Aquarium and Fishe Market!
But the most important thing to keep in mind is…don’t go soft on us, Estelle!!!
ALERT THE AUTHORITIES!!!
I think the Captain has ulterior motives. Good ulterior motives…
Yep. The Capain is definitely interested…
And more…
More, more, more!
I’m not keen on the “new” Mark Trail “cartoonist” (that’s why Mark or his lousy “illustrations” and “storylines” have vanished from SIUF), and perhaps one reason (of many) is because the “artiste” is too good to let members of the “animal” kingdom (aside from Mark and his ilk) talk…
Face if Jules F., it could only improve the strip. And it’s not so hard…see?
Estelle finally succumbs to Wilbutt’s charms, or at least his check book.
Wow…some REAL cruising plans!
And just think what will happen when they get back from their cruise…
Meanwhile, the farewells just keep on coming…
The cruise is just SO exciting, especially the cough-wrapped melon slices!
Brunch AND mid-morning kakaoke!
Back at the old homestead!
And then, back at the old COVID reservoir!
GASP!
Of course, neither Wilbutt nor Karen Moy, master story-teller, will accept the answer, but for one brief, shining moment, we can say, YES! YES! YES!
And Tina Wood of FB’s RotCC suggested this fall-down and swallow-your-tongue-it’s-so-funny (I tweaked the Photoshopping part a bit):
Y’know, Tina’s is just funnier:
And for those readers who hope beyond hope that Wilbutt meets up with Sailing Songstress Esme (she was on a cruise that I missed in 2017):
Alright, so she moves at a sprightly pace…
And yet, even a blind pig (or an evil minion) occasionally finds an acorn…
So many paths to wander…so much twaddle to consider…
Even more paths…is Mary finally seeing the Light?!??
And no matter how she tries to deny it, Estelle and Wilbutt are not alone at Charterstone…
And we’re left to wonder what happened to that huge dining room table, filled with Mary’s “friends”…
For those who’ve been “missing” the previous week’s geriatric antics, a recap of the Fun at Charterstone:
You’d think dinner for two would be non-problematic…
And for a bit of diversion on the most recent Sunday MW (I had had this in mind, and then forgot it…dammit!):
(The charges will never stick…the tape donuts only go on the little bit of paper on the bow, NEVER on the ribbon itself.)
The inevitabilty to real life and pluggerdom continues…
And the time to refuse thinking about New Year’s resolutions…all the time!!!
