Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

Let’s see. First Liz Patterson goes ape-shit over getting an engagement ring and realizes the mystical and subversive powers it has over the noncommitted (i.e., Warren), and now Margo Magee is whining over the lack of her having something similar — yeah, like giving Margo a ring of ANY sort of power is a Good Idea.

teenchy from CC suggested that all of this “ring talk” might be an interesting mashup. Heck, just having Margo go after Liz is good enough for me!

It’s not that there’s that much inherently hilarious stuff on any given day in the comics. I just have to quit reading CC, since there’s so much inspiration there (or at least so much insight that a dullard dope-fiend like Alan the Artist becomes pretty interesting. Or at least worthy of mocking.).

Yeah, don’t do drugs. Stay in school.

For the record, you have never heard Dolly Parton’s “I Will Always Love You” (which used to be a nice love song until it was raped, slaughtered, raped again, and set afire by the crappy warblings of Whitney) until you have heard my friend Gene out-warble Whitney. It is possible. You will believe a man can fly out-melisma the Queen of Melisma.

This is the very stuff that nightmares are made of (or, Why is Eric is Tibet?)

Well, heck. Apartment 3G finally got me reeled in. I still don’t know who everyone is (I guess in the case of the young males there, it really doesn’t matter), because the real important aspect is — MARGO!!! All the time! 24/7! Ask for her by name!

Maybe this should go with the rest of the A3G stuff (do I even have a category for that? eventually, perhaps), but this was a response to Alan’s (or Tim’s or Eric’s or whoever the hell it is) very fashionable Corellian haute coutoure… I guess I can justify it as a Han Solo cameo. Or a Greedo one.