…has really very little to recommend it.
Things get better (or more interesting, at least) when he thinks that a little Dutch courage will get him through the evening. Have a good time falling into canals, Herr Wilbur!
That’s what happens when you don’t go loitering around in Falgreen’s.
Nice deflection, Iris!
A question was asked how Wilbur met Estelle. Although it was at some seniors’ website (silvertraps.com or godimdesparate.com or something), an article about swingers’ clubs in the ’60s and ’70s recently appeared in Gentlemens’ Quarterly, with the accompanying illustration. Well, it was published in a slightly more tactful, less Santa Royale-ish fashion…
…I can’t even manage the second panel.
But then, Iris decides to say hello, and Wilbur decides to open his fat trap! Hilarity ensues!
Two minor characters in Mary Worth. And a boring subject. Who cares?
…I only read them for the photos.
…her own Sunday opening logo!
And yay! Wilbur may have come waddling back in, but Libby is still there!!!
…it’s all sorts of fun talking back to Mary Worth!
