Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

Okay, Margo, THIS time don’t let your beau go to Tibet or Nepal or Hoboken, at least not without you.

On the other hand, you might want to rethink the wisdom of a chaperone. Sure, LuAnn probably needs one, but that’s mostly to help her find her way out of the stall in the ladies’ room.

And a couple of Monday morning observations on the gals:

…I’m sure this would beat it hands down.

On the other hand, doing this little mashup posed an interesting quandary:  Were Brooke Shields and Christopher Atkins REALLY that suntanned, or are people from New York City REALLY that pale?  Verging on vampiric pale?

[A little background:  Trey the Architect first because interested in this field when his father built an igloo for him in the backyard, and young Trey “wanted to live in that cold blue space forever. ”  Blue Lagoon — blue igloo — Margo’s arms — there’s an uncanny similarity at work here.]

Love finds Margo Magee…at the peril of others.

Somewhere outside of Hoboken, Lu Ann is being courted by piano mover carpenter Paul; he’s even thrown in a run-down piece of property to sweeten the deal!  I don’t know about Lu Ann, but Mike and Jeff, the gents who do Jumble are pretty impressed, it seems.

Is that weird, or what?

This was vaguely suggested by CC’s Rimpy (you’re off the hook for my bizarre meanderings, Rimpy :), but the panel with Luann going into a conniption fit is always good for a chuckle.

No, wait.  That’s “Happy Hour,” isn’t it?

Oh, well.  It’s New Year’s Eve in Apartment 3-G! Happy 1967!

Mashing my own mashup? If it makes it better, you bet!

And Jym had this great idea of including a certain, whacked-out religious nut…

No, I mean her actual butt — no one in NYC owns a car, do they?

Anyway, looks like Lu Ann’s been taking blistering expression lessons from Margo!

Meanwhile, elsewhere, as the party starts running full-tilt:

…gallivanting around with that hot, young buck Trey!  What would Mary Worth say?

Ah, looks like Mary’s busy destroying someone else’s life offering good advice…

I get so many inspirations from the funny folks over at the Comics Curmudgeon website (Go there.  Now.)

Like a mashup in which a quick stroll down city sidewalks is met with unusual, scary, scary characters:

Or another when the mere mention of a 70s film goes right off the rails: