Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

And we careen from one sibling to another! Heralding the “retro” era, Michael is just as annoying at whatever age he is encountered!

For not being “engaged,” this story arc is right up there with the Hundred Years’ War, a standard year on Pluto, and a root canal. Don’t forget the back-story that evokes our sympathy for the couple who are so much in love respect and ease with one another!

I like how this turned out, but then, I like Chubby Huggs. (I’m glad he doesn’t like near me, though.) I’d still like a ‘Hot Cup o’ Monkey’ t-shirt, too.

I love how this turned out. I’m not much more than an amateur when it comes to PhotoShop, so I don’t really know how or why Chat Bleu came out so well. I’d rather have a Blue Cat than a Green Fairy, no matter what it’s supposed to signify (I don’t live in Funkytown anyway).

I don’t consider myself an ambulance chaser, but I started snarking Funky Winkerbean when the hue and cry of ham-fistedness in the Lisa story arc began growing louder and louder. And I really, really liked messing around with Chat Bleu.

I think this was Drew’s big mistake, introducing Vera and Dawn (then again, I think that there are only 20 people under the age of 50 in Santa Royale — they probably do run into each other on occasion, forced to pay full price for a movie, having to wait to eat out until the earlybird crowd leaves at 6 PM. Ah, the inconveniences one must endure when young!).

And what an entrance! Good looks, charm — it drips off of him (then again, it might just be the Brylcreem). Who could resist? That’s all right, ladies, there’s enough Dr. Drew for ALL of you! (Why does he emind me of that old 1960s board game, “Mystery Date”?)