Dawn is back at Mary’s, opening her heart to her. I like to think, in spite of the endless Botox treatments, Mary knows that her time on earth is limited, and she’s decided not to waste it on idiots and their problems (i.e., Dawn and her romances).
Why does it seem that I’m also doing the artwork for MW? It’s not like Moy is writing the next War and Peace, or letting Mary and Dawn spout a couple of Shakespearean sonnets.
…not literally, like Mark. Or Cherry. Or Andy. Maybe Rusty.
Meanwhile, it’s back to the daily grind, with Mark and Rusty spending a hiking trip with a guy who wants to help orphans, a random orphan or two, a family who might be interested in getting an orphan, and a son who is just fine without adding orphans to the mix.
I don’t know if Rusty was an orphan, or just a neglected child, but if anything, he developed a keen sense of pragmatism.
…not that Scoopy wants to interfere. (But that kitty is so gosh-darn cute!)
(And this was the inspiration…)
Ah, the almost newlyweds with their almost-new baby. Dad love lame music genres, Mom loves redecorating. And hates Dad.
We gave up a scintillating pro-wrestling plot for this?
…maybe it’s the author, maybe it’s the water in Santa Royale, maybe it’s Mary’s collection of gay porn, but a number of fellas in town sure have purty mouths.
And they sure ain’t bashful to use ’em, either.
(That’s Ted, who evidently was once hitting on Mary…unless something better came along. And that’s sappy Jared.)
…but I really don’t like Jared. Even to the point of NOT wanting him mash on Droopy Dawn (how bad is that?!??).
And guess what happens next!!!
And THEN what happens!
For good or ill, Hugo is off the hook! La vie est belle!
And, we all know, this torrid romance is likely to last even shorter than the Covid-19 pandemic:
More! More! (really, is this EVER going to end?!??)
To be fair, I’m amusing myself with CCR’s “Hag Moon Rising”…
And maybe…finally…hopefully…this will be the end of Dawn and Jared for a long, long time.
…whatever.
…and Dopes who Dine.
Of course, in theses Modern Tymes, contact is only a *Ding* (or something) away:
And we discover yet another fine dining establishment in Santa Royale:
You can never tell what waits around the corner…
And just when you think you should sympathize…
And there’s always room for…BREAKFAST!
Actually, coronavirus everywhere. At this time, Covid-19 is worldwide. And still, some people can respond to it with humor. Yay!
On a marquee in downtown Tucson, a popular live-performance theatre there:
And when a friend posted that:
Chuck Norris has been exposed to the Coronavirus…the virus is now in quarantine for 2 weeks.
it just screamed for a demonstration (and did you know Chuck Norris is 80 years old?!?? Yep, don’t fuck with the Man!).
And, of course, Love (or Maybe Larceny) in the Time of Coronavirus:
And then there’s Art (itty-bitty, little teeny-tiny Art) — thank you, Julia H. West:
