Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

You just keep telling yourself that.

Of course, it’s up to the parents to teach them what they need to know…

Remember: without eternal vigilance, it can happen here!

Gramma’s just pissed off, because her similar “career” was waylaid by bunions.

It was a fun Thanksgiving, only Jeffy hoarding the wishbone so that he could be assured some good luck. I wounded like it was in the bag…

Awww, ain’t this sweet? And why don’t we ever see the Keanes’ “Bunny Rabbit” hopping merrily around the Kompound?

It’s beginning to look a lot like you-know-what…

…or something. (And I appropriated this from several Curmudgeons, too!)

They may be Catholic, but evolution is longer than 6000 years…

Jeffy could’ve been a superhero, only he’s just too damned stupid.

Thel’s a little slow the first thing in the morning, but after that first cuppa joe…WATCH OUT!

You know that’s the sweat shirt that fits Big Daddy to a T…

Looks like Mommy and Daddy needed an out tonight…

to be honest, Dolly, we’ve promised this for Jeffy’s trousseau.

…17 years ago!” (Thanks to Josh at the Comics Curmudgeon for digging up these relics.)

Fun is where you find it.

Back home, and to our good ol’ shenanigans!

It’s just that Big Daddy Bil’s physique reminded me of something…

It’s not over yet, no matter what the IQ-challenged Arizona Guv Dougie Douche-y says…

There’s nothing like back to school with a sniveling Dolly; maybe this year will be different…

Hint to Billy: Don’t ask stupid questions if you don’t want to hear honest answers!

Back at the Compound…

Sorry that it had to come from the Fambly Circus…

Dirty little kitchen secrets…

Go for the gusto, Billy!

What better way to waste the summer than being exposed to “DOLLYISMS”? A slow, painful death? well, maybe…

Even Jeffy is beginning to recognize when crap is being thrown…

…that you really DON’T have to put up with crap from the rest of the Fambly…

It’s almost that time (NO! Not Memorial Day!)

To think Dolly might actually be right from time to time…

“Nothing personal, of course…”

Oh, if only Dolly understood dog-speak…”I have rabies.”

Oh, if Jeffy weren’t so, so stupid…

Dolly the Snitch…

And if a grandparent isn’t on tap for checking out soon, maybe we’d better check on Barfy…

Happy 4th of July! Over and over and over again….

I don’t know if it’s the pandemic, or Big Daddy and Mommy are just getting fed up with their 60-some-year-old malonhead…

And Thel’s fuse just gets shorter and shorter…

But in the event she can reduce the load by a Melonhead or three…

Poor Thelma. Poor, poor Thelma. I’m sorry, but I just can’t say it enough…

If if was going to be any of the Melonheads asking for Tootsie Rolls, it would be Jeffy…

It pays to plan ahead…

Billy is just enamored with those ’40’s mobster movies.

I’m fairly sure, Dolly’s logic is flawed, but it’s not like I give a rat’s ass for any of the Melonheads…

Why we ought to have plushie toys…and NO PETS…

The Case Against Science: A short time ago, someone who follows the comics curmudgeon and his merry crew post”The Visible Woman” as something that Dolly might be taken with (a little playmate had mentioned –during Dolly’s bathtime — that she knew all the “real” names for body parts)! Well, Dolly would only be overwhelmed by it all if The Visible Woman were something hearer and dearer to to egotistic female melonhead herself…BEHOLD!

Kinda like The Handmaid’s Tale, only lamer.

And right after that comes Spring!

Never too early to think of your past…

Time to start hiding your reading material, Billy.

Do I sense some familial tension between Billy and Big Daddy Bil? What’s more important…do I even care?

Like being at-home mommy is a bed of roses for Thel.

April Showers bring May birdhouses, or something…

But, hey…anything to push Jeffy into years of therapy:

And it’s not just Jeffy who’s the mental midget in the Kean Klan…

And we’re going neck-and-neck between Jeffy and Billy in “who’s the bigger moron?” derby…

Sigh… Dolly Keane may be the smartest one of the Klan…

Mommy and Daddy getting fed up with the froots of their loins? You bet!

Really, it could be anyone at the front door…Fuller Brushmen, Mormon missionaries…