Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

Awww, Wilbutt is making up with Estelle, with yummy ribs and mashed potatoes?!??

Good things the dining room chairs are upholstered in red…bright, cardiac RED…

Oh! It’s detente, or an example of cooking, south of the border…

Detente, as everyone retires to the living room…

The unarmed man steps into the fight…let’s watch!

Ah, resorting to name-calling Wilbur….you fat, stinking pile of crap!

I think it’s getting to be high-time to get to a climax. Or find a replacement for Ms. Moy.

Unfortunately, so is Wilbur…

I did mention the unfortunateness of Wilbur, didn’t I?

And then things really go off the rails…

GO GET HIM, LIBBY!

Ashlee has flown the coop, and Mary has cornered Jeff once again…

Again, we see how busy Cory Sr. is…

The nystique continues…

And all’s well that ends. That’s it. ENDS.

I’m not saying that it’s a smart one, but he IS taking Trashlee out for a nice dinner.

And finally, he and Trashlee are starting to share in one another’s lives…

Getting serious…

Getting more serious…

Maybe Drew isn’t as shallow as everyone in the world has feared…

It looks like Drew ‘n’ Ashlee are Mature Enough to have a serious conversation…

And. Then. Suddenly…

What is Trashlee thinking? Or Drew? Or Saul or Greta or Wilbur?

Certainly we can’t believe Trashlee would CHANGE, would she?!??

Wow…I guess Trashlee really turned over a new leaf…

(This is about as “new leaf” as any of these losers get…

And as Drew’s latest love sinks slowly into the West (or somewhere else)…

And as the bus lurches slowly into the West…

Rebound love…Drew has it.

What a catfight it will be! Well, maybe.. this IS Mary Worth, after all.

It looks like it’s gonna be something….

It’s just a dream…it can’t get any worse, right?

Fooled you, Drew! It was only a dream!

Unfortunately, this means you have to go to WORK! Why can’t he get a gig like Rex Morgan, M.D.?

Oh, how the complications are piling up!

Yes, that tattoo was on the arm of a dirty biker type in Mary Worth (I am not making that up).

Or at least a few sleazy snapshots masquerading as “ART.”

Yep, sleazy. I called it.

It’s hard to put into words how to describe Ashlee. “What a slut” might work…

What an exciting day it was! How will Drew ever get to sleep?

The Folks who are Readers of the comics Curmudgeon are having a field day with Drew’s missing Rolex (and his anatomy). So who am I not to join in the merriment (at least I can do something really nasty to Trashlee)?

The plot thickens…even horny old Drew thinks that Trashlee just might be responsible for his missing Rolex…

They meet!

Will Trashlee come clean and confess that she stole Drew’s Rolex? Not if Drew can trick her into demonstrating what a cheap, felonious floozy she is!