I can’t even begin to explain this.
[Other than Knute is my new favorite character in Luann — well, aside from TJ and Shannon.]
Unidentifiable Arboreal Creature from Lost Forest!
Dr. Mike attempt to contact his estranged father “Lonnie.” Lonnie has never kept any of these appointments. Of course, with Mary’s guidance, this will change!
Okay, maybe another time.
Meanwhile, Mary brings Toby up-to-date on the latest in the Dr. Mike/Jenna story. Mary has apparently run out of potato chips for her guest).
[Note to self: watch Dangerous Beauty again.]
…no, really.
STFU.
Nobody gives a rat’s ass.
(tee hee!)
Yes, another Tale of Ribaldry grinds and wedges itself to a tedious end…
Rex Morgan makes a house call to Mayor Stu (it seems Hizzoner has prostate cancer but can’t bring himself to tell the missus):
Okay, so that doesn’t have anything to do with Rex’s reason for being on the mayor’s doorstep, or my mind being in the gutter. Let’s try it again (with CC’s commodorejohn commenting on opening the can of beer soda in Judge Parker taking on a whole different meaning, were it in Rex Morgan, M.D. — ya think?):
And there’s something about Rex, way down deep, being the Ultimate Party Animal:
I keep thinking that I can break the Mary Worth addiction, and then Dean Booth does something like this: http://comicbooth.com/images/mary_worth_pizza.jpg
[What?!??! You don’t know about Dean’s Comic Booth? Just about the best comics mashery around! He’s my hero and continuing source of inspiration and out-and-out laughs: http://comicbooth.com/blogengine.net/ ]
When you’re done laughing yourself sick at Dean’s stuff, here’s my response:
Poor Jeffy. Time after time after time…same beach, same sand — um…something — same waves.
But just because Jeffy is the butt of so many jokes, I feel a wee bit guilty about it. Here, Jeffy, knock yourself out with your little bucket and shovel:
[Update to the previous Family Circus entry, in which it was mentioned that this series of “Vacation at the Beach” was originally run back in 1976: the series was re-run in 2005! So here we are, not even able to snark on sloppy seconds (I don’t even want to know what you’d call thirds…). Someone over at The Comics Curmudgeon noted that at this rate, we’ll probably see this again in 2011. Ech.]
I like snarking Mary Worth as much as the next person, but can we move on? I find her siren song just too strong and I must mash it! (Maybe this is a subtle plea for Rex and Sam and Mark to step up to the base and give us some goofier stuff…)
Then again, it forces me to go a little farther afield — stepping away from the couch, as it were:
And to appreciate snarky suggestion from fellow Curminions over at The Comics Curmudgeon:
[I suspect Mary would opt for those sensible, wrap-around sunglasses though. Maybe she’d go just a little crazy and get some reddish-orange highlights, too. YEAAAAHHHHH!]