Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

And Bernice was his Muse cum model? No, neither can I.

Aaaaaaaaaaaand it’s back to another lame story…

Where in the world is loony little Bets…

Remember when Borenice was still in school, pretending to be pre-Psych?

And now for some High Drama at Tiffany’s Halloween party…will Bets stay or go?…Who gives a rat’s ass?

And what Bats really, really needs to hear…

Did you even care? Evidently, Evans pater and fils have returned to the “studio,” where Bernice can peddle her artistic talent and be mortified in one fell swoop…

It’s gotta get better…

Go on…

Whew! Time to take a “time out” with Kip and Stef, the Eternal Cheerleader:

“Let’s sell this crap tea to the Roob(idos)!”

Awwww….somebody’s not happy (as if we care)…

And remembering (hardly worth it) when Luann’s latest “when I grow up, I’m gonna be a writes” scheme…

Now back to the excitement that is all about “Spring Fair”…

Don’t believe me? Aspiring stand-up comedian Luann nails it!

Bernice listens to the schmaltz that Piro is dishing out…

Tiffany finailly gets fed up with living in a dorm with idiots and moves back to the manse. Too bad she forgot how to negotiate stairs…

Tiffany survives…and it’s a good thing, since Luann is starting to explore her writing career (the 13th careeer choice this year).

Meanwhile, Ma DeGroot and Borenice are bonding over taxes, or something…

Luann reads a BOOK!

Luann may or may not hit PUBERTY!

And while Tiff recuperates at Gunther’s lavish spit-n-sticks crappy little house, Bets gets the overwhelming case of jealousy over her man-boi:

But wait…there’s MORE!

When Steffi’s ring goes missing, she accuses everyone until she has enough balls to confess the loss to Kip…

(Of course, the other word that Kip was suggesting is also four letters, begins with a C and ends with a T and doesn’t refer to a female relative.)

Steff finds her precious ring, and amends are ma…..HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

And Tiffany thought she was done with the freaky cheerleader…

Meanwhile, Bernice has decided to be Nil’s muse, because sex (even theoretical sex) is ICKY!!!

i think any attempt at Nil making the best with two backs with Borenice is dead in the water. Let’s see how Bets is driving Tiffany mad this week!

You haven’t measured barf, pee or poop velocities yet, Borenice…

Crap. Luann pretends to be a mentor again…

When one of the four room-mates is fucking her boyfriend blind, there’s a lame attempt to create a “Privacy Hut” — the only problem is that the one harlot is monopolizing all the time in the PH to fuck her boyfriend. Plans need to be made to make the PH run more smoothly,
Me? I would have just killed the slut causing the problem.

I, for one, am hoping for Trouble in Paradise (o the Privacy Hut, at least).

Stef goes off in a snit (not that anyone stops her). And Tiffany learns the awful, awful truth…

And just how young, smart and talented students solve a problem:

Meanwhile, Borenice considers breaking up with Nil (OMG OMG OMG)…

And who better to ask all those burning questions but that hydrocephalic Luann?

WEEK 2 of Borenice beating a dead horse!

It’s just so nice when Borenice keeps her yap shut! The organ donation is just a happy circumstance…

Run, Nil, RUN!!!

It’ll be for the best, Nil…well, acually, it’ll be better for you.

Tiffany tried to be nice, letting dorm residetnt store their crap in the her father’s mansion…so mch for being nice

Borenice and Nils! Pardon me while I fail to work up anything that resembles interest…

True colors (something like puce or beige, only more pale)…

If Borenice can make a decision, so can Nil (how shocking!!!!)

No, Nil can really make a decision, Borenice…live with it.

Don’t cave, Nil! DON’T CAVE!

A farewell gift is, well, a farewell gift.

Dos hope spring eternal? Unlikely.

The DeGroots return home, Nil leaves, and Borenice has meltdown…so what else is new?

Who cares if she’s more mature than Luann? (shhhhh….don’t tell Luann.)

At least Luann knows how to handle an emergency…

Wow…just how stupid is Luann?

Meanwhile, on a quiet, lonely street in Pitts, CA (a modest burb of Santa Royale)….

The mystery of Puddles continues…

Where, oh where, has Puddles gone?!?? Egads…taken by the Three Stooges!

Ain’t it great that Bernice is soooooo empathetic?

I think this would be a great solution (of course, it would never happen):

Slogging toward a climax…

Oh, look…Luann’s new job, tutoring “troubled youth” (aka, delinquents)…

Even if you’re a ROCK STAR…you die. And then you’re forgotten.

Luann’s latest career choice bites the big one…

Really mature.

Really, really mature…

Now Bets wants to spend all of Christmas with Gunth, instead of joining the hell that is part of all the rest of her family….

She’s back, and she’s apparently a Wonderful Archery Teacher…so how could this be trouble with a hoard of grade-schoolers and Luann?

Actually, I only snaked on this because the pissy “principal” of this after-school program can’ form whole sentences, or even partial sentences, or throw in an occasional part of speech.

So Luann got called on the carpet (just not a dirty red one, like Tara’s)….

I like how incompetent, etc., leaders are just shuffled around Kids 1st (like the LDS and Roman Catholic Churches, for starters…)

I guess it’s about time to be bored to tears with Bernice and what passes for romance.

And someone hasn’t scooped this sad-sack up yet?!?? Then again, she’d probably kill a pet rock (there ARE more important things in her life, you know…

It seems the storyline, such as it is, has something to do with Bornice’s love-life. Or lack of it. But we ought to keep in mind what a huge intellect she has…