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:
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!
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:
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):
Dead horse. Check.
End of the week. Check.
Really, Luann. Really. No one cares that you saw a guy naked. Really.
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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