Bil and Thel had a happy marriage.
Well, it seems dumb ol’ Jeffy’s presenting the argument for couples’ counseling/reconciliation.
And now with a keen URL medallion (not Josh-approved, (or “Shoe” approved, either) but I was just goofing around with it, and “snarkitupfuzzball.nexiliscom.com” just wouldn’t fit).
And since Dennis Mitchell is responsible for all of this, it’s nice to know that AT LAST he’s regained his oft-shunned title of “the Menace”:
Can Mark Trail, friend of wildlife and master of the secrets of woodland creatures, figure out that some two-bit politico wannabee has it out for him? At least he’s got allies…
Any minute now…more action…
So the new Spiderman plot revolves around Mole Man. Fine. But since when does a mole have tentacles?
And sure, tentacles can be scary, particularly coming out of a manhole cover, but I’m betting there’s worse.
Whew. I had to play massive catch-up and post today.
I hope you think it was worth it and are enjoying it all.
Just remember, if you’re not careful, you might learn something!
…that I either have to much time on my hands OR that I spend more time mashing this strip than it takes the guys who get paid for it to scrawl something out (or sift through their old strips and get paid for reruns)…
Gee whiz. It’s getting to be that while Lisa Moore is the Only Woman on Earth Who Ever Had Breast Cancer, Mayor Stu is in serious contention for the Only Man on Earth Who Ever Had Prostate Cancer.
I’m sure Rex would like to move on. I think. Maybe.
Okay. Maybe not.
As the Comics Curmudgeon Josh F. mentioned today, could there be anything more cool than Mark Trail tarzaning his way over a razor-wire chainlink fence? Yes! Gubernatorial hopeful Frank Johnson KICKING his stepdaughter’s pet fawn, in front of God and everyone! (Even more important, a Senator!)
I’m thinking the Fist o’ Justice is going to get a workout, but just in case it doesn’t…
No matter what happens next, Frank, you are dead. D-E-A-D.
Politically, maritally, you name it, you’re a decomposing smudge on it.
UPDATE: 22 October 2010 — a day that will live in the annals of Mark Trail making no sens whatsoever (“I maybe not get another chance to do this!” Huh?). But not that is really matters.
I <3 you, Mark Trail!