By bats | June 30, 2010 - 12:02 pm
Posted in Category: So Pretty! So Pretentious!


And for the rest of the folks tired/bored/confused/annoyed by the endless slog o’ doom…


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By bats | - 11:58 am
Posted in Category: Markin' the Trail

Take one panel from Mark Trail, which by itself has filthy, filthy connotations.

Add several other panels.

Voile’! Hello, Dali!


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By bats | June 28, 2010 - 3:52 pm
Posted in Category: Three-Ring Freakshow

Between Jeffy wanting to use PJ as a 99-Cent Store punching bag and Dolly setting back the cause of entomology a century or so, I really don’t have to go much beyond the razor wire of the Kompound:


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Well, it seems that “give it a rest, guy,” is not in Greg Evans’ vocabulary.


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By bats | - 3:46 pm
Posted in Category: Trust Me, I'm a Doctor

Cousins Brook and June have been accosting bad guys and recovering mugging money, so they haven’t needed my help.  I just thought I’d better check on the Dynamo Duo:


and yes, June ta-tas are doing just fine, thank you!

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By bats | June 26, 2010 - 1:21 pm
Posted in Category: Eww...BUTTer Tarts!


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By bats | June 25, 2010 - 1:19 pm
Posted in Category: Markin' the Trail

First the opportunity to put good ol’ Andy on a bicycle, and now the chance to do something else with Rusty (who in the real comic world had thrown himself upon Mark when he’d heard about Sassy):


Oh, wait!  Damned giant squirrels chewing through the wires:


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in your heart of hearts, you just know this strip isn’t going to deliver anything as funny/sick/twisted as you can possibly imagine.


Okay.  Maybe “nausea-inducing”:


Did I say “nausea-induding”?  How about “out-and-out barf-spewing”?


At least in the color version, “Billy the Bookworm” is Caterpillar Green, not something like Throbbing Phallic Fuschia or something like that.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanddddddddd…let’s wrap this up with a little girl talk (for the record, all I did was recaption the strip — no messing with the illustration):


Let’s see.

Dead horse.  Check.

2×4.  Check.

End of the week.  Check.


Really, Luann.  Really.  No one cares that you saw a guy naked.  Really.


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By bats | June 24, 2010 - 12:44 pm

* “Funky Box o’ Death”


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By bats | - 12:37 pm
Posted in Category: I Smell Something Funky

Funky walks into a bar and then walks away from some cheap cheap sweet sweet liquor.


But this is Westview, Funky, and you’re never really out of the woods (and there’s always a big, hungry bear in there).

OTOH, how much would we have paid to see this?

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