Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

…so Gramma can backhand her smart-alecky grandson:

That is, providing she remembers who you are.

CC’s commodorejohn is intrigued by this Fact o’ Nature, supplied by Ripley’s Believe It or Not! (and yeah, it’s pretty cool):

Know what else is cool?

I mean, what the dickens are you doing,  Mark?

You KNOW we’re only going to point and giggle:

Still, part of Mark’s charm is his apparent cluelessness about some things (or maybe that’s just his rock-solid, carved-in-stone facial expressions):

Considering that, it’s nice that he has a firm grip on some things at least! Go, Mark!

It *seems* things have settle down at Casa de Morgan.

Yeah. Right.

“The suspense is killing me…I hope it lasts.”  — Willie Wonka

Plus, a little more fun with Rex and his mug:

It seems not so long ago that Mark was canoeing to Ben Miller’s Hidden Lodge on the Lake ( http://snarkitupfuzzball.nexiliscom.com/?p=3737 ).  It seems he’s doing it again! But just when you think that strips are being recycled within a couple of weeks, let’s play “Find Six Differences!”:

1. Ben is wearing deck shoes, not heavy woodlands boots!

2. His daughter is diving into the lake!

3. There are no woodland creatures staring mindlessly at the lake (or at Ben’s daughter)!

4. Ben has changed his shirt (it was white; now it’s hazard orange)!

5. “Ben, Buzz; Buzz, Ben.”, rather than “Ben, Mark; Mark, Ben.”!

6. Something else, I’m sure of it.

Whether you find the last difference, I think we can all agree that Mark sure loves to canoe!

Then again, what are the odds we’re really going to see a nubile young woman swimming in Mark Trail?  What are those Powerball odds?  Yeah, you go and drop a couple of bucks on that — it’s way more than a sure thing.

Mark Trail‘s Sunday strip on 7 March gave us all quite a rush.  Hard on the heels of a TAPIR!!!! strip comes one about TORNADOES!  We haven’t seen excitement like that since the tsunami strip a couple of years ago.  And while it was filled with all sorts of interesting meteorological facts and safety guidelines, the freakingest bestest coolest part was the flying cow! And the flying truck! AND the flying car! Take THAT, Flash Gordon!

Oh, and those usually smug little verminous squirrels being scared out of their kidney bean-sized brains.  Take THAT, Skippy!

Did I mention Wilbur Weston’s long-lost “son,” Kurt, disappeared?  Of course Wilbur was distraught (since they’d been “bonding”), and even if the paternity test showed that he and Kurt weren’t related, he was still more than willing to be Kurt’s “friend.”  Tough luck, Dawn.

Then again, with a harridan like you for a “daughter,” can you “blame” him?

You finally make it home, only to discover that your wife thinks you’re dead and has since remarried.  And then she comes over and steals your Glock!

At least you have your sax and the knowledge that you’re not alone — a lot of your associates in ComicsTown have crappy lives, too.

(Oh, yeah, Wally — trombones are not saxophones.  They are not sexy.  They will never be sexy.  Well, a “Rusty Trombone” might be an exception to the rule, but I’m not sure about that.)