This was inspired by CC’s Poteet, who pointed out that an oil spill is very likely NOT a natural disaster. Mark just gets a little confused on occasion…
Frank Johnson actually refers to his big-game wildlife hunt as a possibility of scoring some large racks.
*snort*
The coolest thing about this current story is that Frank’s wife is really pissed off at his plans for the canned hunt, and instead of just fretting at home, she’s taking action. You go, girl!
And like we’ve learned from Mary Worth and Rex Morgan and Mary Worth, alcohol isn’t the answer.
Alcohol is the question.
“Yes!” is the answer.
Suddenly the thought of being quarry in a lame-ass “canned hunt” doesn’t seem so terribly bad, huh? *
* Completely sarcastic. If you can’t manage to actually “hunt,” and accept the responsibility of endangering yourself or possibly failing (oh, not, not that! Me Big-Game Hunter!), you shouldn’t be out there. Go and shoot a package of weenies at the Safeway deli counter, you moron.
Yes, I hope Mark Trail punches the crap out of Frank and his cronies. I’d be even happier if Frank’s wife Beth punches the crap out of Frank.
In the meantime:
She keeps a tidy home, makes wonderful meals, takes care of herself, and her galoot-of-a-husband Mark seems oblivious to it all. There ought to be a story line all about Cherry…only it would probably be boring. Unless it was an affair with Johnny Malotte. And still…
Anyway:
…as long as there are other distracti0ns.
(like new-fangled appliances, crotch grabs, guest appearances (with dialog!) and talented orifices)
I missed it. Maybe I’m just jaded. You see, it’s not uncommon for things other than humans to have their say in Mark Trail. Squirrels. Chickadees. Beavers. Rusty’s camera. Mark’s forearm.
But how could I have missed Mark literally talking out of his ass? I did. I hang my head (not quite in shame, but something or other).
To make good on this golden opportunity, here’s a little history and culture lesson. There will be a quiz.
And in the words of Indiana Jones, “Now you’re getting nasty.”
No need to be rude, Mr. Penis-Substitute. Mark will punch you sooner or later. In the meantime, his butt is just as willing as you to trade bon mots.
…of course, it could just be a few mosquito bites.
CC’s “Roman Fingers” noted:
A couple of days ago, there were hills behind them, and overgrown grass. The hills are gone. A small trail appears in panel 1, and by the last panel, it’s a regular path. This place is rapidly evolving. Good Lord-they’re on the Genesis planet!
How did I miss the fence? It must’ve been all the exciting action going on between Mike and Lonnie!
A little girl who finds a fawn and loves it so much.
This can’t end well.
Welllp — let’s just get on with it:
