A massive pity party goes on…
(A tip o’ the pins colada to Paul H. from Readers of the Comic Curmudgeon for a brilliant little take on things (and Wilbutt found his other shoe, too!)…
Another day…another day for grieving…
And Paul’s snark still haunts me…
And you thought bitching about being stranded on a desert island was bad? Consider whining about supposedly losing a loved (well, liked) one at sea…
Will the search for Wilbutt go on? Yes? No? Who cares?
And then, it may not matter (in the meantime, Welcome to Isla de los Gatos!!!!).
I wonder how many Fancy Feast cans Wilbutt could fill (and just SHUT UP, Mary):
The professionalism back on the ship is a wee bit suspect…
Hmmm, he’s either the Guest of Honor or the Main Course; I get those two thing confused.
Then again, we could’ve avoided all this speculation days ago…
A tip o’ the life preserver to Michael Martin, one of the Readers of the Comics Curmudgeon on FB:
And I mean EVERYBODY’S getting into the act!
Dang, even my husband has gotten involved!!!
Heck, we’re just happy (delirious!!!!) that she told Wilbutt NO to his marriage proposal. I’m sure he’ll take it like a man…
Well, yeah….
Love, passion, hatred…say what you will or what you want, but time marches on…
Maye there’ll be a bad connection…
Meanwhile, Wilbutt still drunk…
And even more meanwhile, Wilbutt still drunk…
Is he? Isn’t he? who cares? Let’s just revel in the possibility…
The intertoobs are burning up with the chance that Wilbutt is a goner. Maybe he was rescued by SeaWorld or Marine Land or Greenpeace…or even the Santa Royale Aquarium and Fishe Market!
But the most important thing to keep in mind is…don’t go soft on us, Estelle!!!
ALERT THE AUTHORITIES!!!
I think the Captain has ulterior motives. Good ulterior motives…
Yep. The Capain is definitely interested…
And more…
More, more, more!
Estelle finally succumbs to Wilbutt’s charms, or at least his check book.
Wow…some REAL cruising plans!
And just think what will happen when they get back from their cruise…
Meanwhile, the farewells just keep on coming…
The cruise is just SO exciting, especially the cough-wrapped melon slices!
Brunch AND mid-morning kakaoke!
Back at the old homestead!
And then, back at the old COVID reservoir!
GASP!
Of course, neither Wilbutt nor Karen Moy, master story-teller, will accept the answer, but for one brief, shining moment, we can say, YES! YES! YES!
And Tina Wood of FB’s RotCC suggested this fall-down and swallow-your-tongue-it’s-so-funny (I tweaked the Photoshopping part a bit):
Y’know, Tina’s is just funnier:
And for those readers who hope beyond hope that Wilbutt meets up with Sailing Songstress Esme (she was on a cruise that I missed in 2017):
Alright, so she moves at a sprightly pace…
And yet, even a blind pig (or an evil minion) occasionally finds an acorn…
So many paths to wander…so much twaddle to consider…
Even more paths…is Mary finally seeing the Light?!??
And no matter how she tries to deny it, Estelle and Wilbutt are not alone at Charterstone…
And we’re left to wonder what happened to that huge dining room table, filled with Mary’s “friends”…
For those who’ve been “missing” the previous week’s geriatric antics, a recap of the Fun at Charterstone:
You’d think dinner for two would be non-problematic…
And for a bit of diversion on the most recent Sunday MW (I had had this in mind, and then forgot it…dammit!):
…why does she allow apartments in Charterstone to be subletted when the owners are out of town. This could make for some embarrassing situations…
Even trying to relabel Charterstone’s apartments of absentee tenants as “rehab failities” still proved a failure for Mary…
…get used to the almighty Moy, kids!
Round 2 of Attempt 3 or 4 or who cares?!?!??
Wilbutt making up with Libby?!?? How absurd!
Wilbutt making up with Pierre?!?? Well, what do you expect?
Yes, everyone is getting a goodie…
Time to strap on the ol’ feed-bag:
It’s almost like they’re speeding toward their shared, early deaths. Don’t put it off, kids!
Sunday! Sunday! Bring your camera! We’re at the end of his turgid story!
…only Hell doesn’t seem that long.
Time flies when you’re meddling…
Yeah, like we were going to be rid of Wilbutt that easily…
But if you can’t be with the one you love, masturbate about someone else…
But then, it’s a small, sad world after all.
Words, logic, time all fail me.
Of course, dumb animals totally disregard something like this…
Then again, sometimes they don’t…
What a great veterinarian vistit, to Dr. “Lively” Harding…but you can call him Ed.
While whiny old Wilbutt seeks solace, and a couple of salmon squares, from Mary…
Maybe Wilbutt will finally see the light…
And then again, maybe not…
Mary always has a good idea…
Yeah, a really good idea…
*sigh* This is like being a five-year-old and having to wait forever for Santa to show up!
[Cue the theme from Jaws.]
And while we’re waiting for the fun to begin, ever notice how some places will just let ANYONE in?
Wilbutt takes the stage…
The karaoke smack-down continues. Don’t you just wish that after Wilbutt monopolizes the stage over and over again, something like this would happen?!?
But, alas, that’s just a fantasy…it’s Estelle’s turn. Again.
A little interlude (thanks, Paul Harrington, for the inspiration!)…
And I hate to admit this, but unless things evolve into an all-out fistfight or glassware-slinging tout suite, it’s time for Karaoke night to end…
Sure, it’s been fun, but I really, really hope that the Star Lounge isn’t open on Sundays.
