aka, “That Darned Finger!”. CC’s boubon babe, unbuckled asked that something be done to/with/for Sam Driver’s waving digit. This was the quick response:
This took a little longer:
Yeah, sex jokes and fart jokes. I’m so ashamed…
…f9r they shall shop for Rex’s castoffs at a downtown Goodwill store.
Mostly because I really need to be doing other things, but partially because I wanted to add “Exhibit B” to Master Softheart’s theory of Moving Things Along:
Sure, Rex is petulant, whining, and he makes goofy faces from time to time…
…but Kit Walker’s a jerk. And his wife is dead, apparently making him more of a jerk. Then again, he could’ve started out that way:
Tomorrow we’ll examine why it’s better to be hooked up with Rex than with Sam Driver.
SEX!
(Yes, that is an itty-bitty tattoo of the Divine Mr. D on Rex’s bicep.)
VIOLENCE!
June Morgan is in excellent form (even without showing it all off in a teeny bikini) as her house-breaking, lolly-gagging cousin appears to be on the fast track for a serious butt-kicking. Rex is just along for the ride (as is usually the case), but what a ride it’s going to be!
And you know? Maybe Rex is just a lot smarter (in a strong, silent) way than most of us give him credit for:
NAAAHHHHHHHHHH!
Wow, has the year flown by! It seems like it was only yesterday (or a quick check through the Archives) that we were celebrating at Chateau Morgan ( http://snarkitupfuzzball.nexiliscom.com/?p=1631 )! We’re still there, in fact!
Fortunately, the Morgans are the socially-climbing couple that doesn’t see the need to invite the comic strip riff-raff to their sexy sexy soirees, leaving them to indulge in ways that comic strip riff-raff is wont to do:
I’m pretty sure I’ve used “I know these things.” when it comes to alternative dialog for Rex Morgan, because like some doctors, Rex has bought into the physicians-sitting-comfortably-somewhere-between-God-and-His-angels malarkey absolutely 100%.
The 20 December 2009 Rex Morgan strip is golden. The Morgans have just returned from the Odyssey (aka, a three-day Caribbean cruise) to find a slobby cousin of June’s parked in their house, messing up the place and on the phone at all hours. It’s the making for some fun, and there’s a number of funny lines, thanks to Rex. One that stands out, strangely enough:
Oh my gosh! Have I been channeling Woody Wilson and/or Rex Morgan unknowingly? The evidence, starting with a very early mashup:
Real medical advice from the Good Doctor:
And apparently it’s genetic (scarily enough, this is another Woody Wilson line verbatim):
Eerie similarity? Sheer coincidence? You decide!
Squatters! A bimbo squatter, no less!
Rex wants to take the safe and legal way out. While it might be a good moral lesson for Sarah, I think he’s been outvoted:
Oh, wait wait wait. It isn’t a burglar or a squatter after all (sigh):
And he showed up exactly on Saint Nicholas Day, with Rex Morgan! Yay!
PLUS! It takes a Big Man to make a Big Confession:
