…or something like that. I’m trying not to pass judgment on it in the first week. If I do, well, aren’t you special?
There’s all sorts of opiniones flying — good, bad, and indifferent. But, hey! Here’s a panel I can work with!
Jeffy has plans. Big plans.
The eternal question. And Big Daddy Bill, with the eternal answer:
Ah, yes….Grandma keeps crapping out the ’70s hits (and Lord, I hate this one). At least Dolly is being useful for once.
…snark on a different comic!
…and/or snark on a much better one!
…and, of course, a typical, crappier one.
A recent Pluggers was okay (nothing really snark-worthy), other than my CC buddy Joe F. had to tell everyone that the contributor for that day’s Plugger was his brother-law! As though folks weren’t going to razz him on being related to a Plugger (manbear? bearman?). Or to finally snark it up, Celebrity Style! (Hi, Joe!)
…is usually really, really messed up.
Poor Tommy thought this relationship was a shoe-in…
And then, there’s ALWAYS the ride home (but not before a turgid Sunday strip!).
Now the ride home…
…the ride home…
…the insufferable ride home.
Oh, the tension mounts at the conservation awards…and Mark didn’t even go! at least he didn’t have to rent a tux, or whatever Bill’s wearing.
Golly! Mark won! Who Would’ve thought it?!??
Oh, the excitement is almost too much!
That’s it…beg a little more, Big Boss…
It’s not like Mark and Co. are riding into the sunset…it just feels that way…