I can’t recall what Aristotle is a professor of.
Luv just doesn’t seem to require a PhD, after all.
Well, maybe Judge Parker can. Or The Phantom. But really, there’s only so much money/treasure in the world.
Broken hearts are inevitable on Mondays. So are horny old men. And walkies:
Then there are those criminally-needy people who make you feel bad unless you become them their BFFs:
Or, maybe two mediocre serial comics may one passable one.
“…will she be able to tell the difference?”
CC’s DOLz wonder aloud what the consequences might be (if any), were Mary Worth‘s druggie nemesis Tommy the Tweaker were switched with Apartment 3-G‘s nurse Tommie Thompson. Would anyone notice? Would anyone care? Let’s find out!
Even as…
And then along comes Mary…
…and the, The Big Night!
Tommie hit a doe with her rental car! And found a fawn! And brought it home!
That’s about all you need to know, I think. Let hijinx ensue!
As always, Lu Anne screws herself out of two promising relationships (a wounded but noble Veteran and an up-and-coming East Coast governor who isn’t a blob like Chris Christie). Way to start the new year, sweetie!
And be lucky you don’t live in NYC. Or at least this apartment complex!
Thanks to everyone who drops by and read my blog! I hope that I can make you laugh on occasion!
…will Ken’s dream of Mary remaining in NYC come true? Keep those noshes coming, Ken, if you know what’s good for you!
I mean it. I’m serious!
(Because I think that may be the only day he pretends to work.)
But first, a dinner engagement…
And then, actually practicing medicine…
…he’s certainly upfront. Open. Unrestrained. Pervy.
