Poshlost.”
And for the rest of the folks tired/bored/confused/annoyed by the endless slog o’ doom…
Take one panel from Mark Trail, which by itself has filthy, filthy connotations.
Add several other panels.
Voile’! Hello, Dali!
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:
Well, it seems that “give it a rest, guy,” is not in Greg Evans’ vocabulary.
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):
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.
* “Funky Box o’ Death”
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?