At least, once we get rid of the kid…
There are just some questions…
…thank Gawd the plot in Mary Worth is absolutely turgid (or at least more turgid than usual…)
Rekindling the old flame (aka, more awkward conversation and pauses…)
Nothin’ like a boy and his singin’ window eels…
And something particularly amazing…the December 25, 2016 SUNDAY Mary Worth (I was on haitus then, and I missed this great snark poential…until NOW!)
Back to our riveting story!
Hey, kid! What time is it?
(Spoiler Alert: these next few strips promise to be singularly lousy ones, devoid of plot or much of anything out (isn’t Moy of retirement age, or something–and yes, I’m asking that seriously?).)
My Dinner with Kitty. And Sonia. And “Brad.”
And if THAT isn’t good enough (thank you, Snuffy Smith)…
Wilbur has it on a technicality, but the folks at Starlight Karaoke can still throw him out on his fat ass…
Then again, we could just leave Wilbur to his slobbery crooning and go with some hot wooing on the porch…
GOTCHA! You all thought it was Sonia, right?!?? (and now you can say, “Who the hell is that??”)
GASP!!!!!
Pssst, Keith…don’t get distracted!
Oh, Toby…how soon you forget (of course, you’re a numbskull, but still…)
In case Wilbue really gets lubed up…
Will Keith hit the jackpot at last?
