Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

This is the result of a dream/hallucination/overdose of Seth’s that caused him to come dangerously close to making the Right weep with joy, due to his heterosexual feelings and actions with an old dance partner. Sure, he’d burn in Hell for fornicating with the woman, but it was a WOMAN, dammit! I have no idea why Edda shows up, either.
Honestly, I have no idea what was going on. I mostly just looked at the pictures.

Yuck? Really?

It looks like Seth is considering that awful, awful heterosexuality with the ex-ballerina Fernanda…

Then again, maybe not…

Welp, it seems that everyone believes big gay ol’ Seth is going to marry Fernanda. At least if you hear it from gay Uncle Mark and the Creepy Twins…

During this Seth and Fernanda wet dream (or whatever it is), someone at the Readers of the Comics Curmudgeon suggested Seth’s ex, Mark, hook up with Garbage Ape. I guess both of them could do worse. I guess.

Fun with Shannon (I don’t think “Fun with Luann” is ever a possibility).

Luann…the definition of a ‘killjoy.”

Fortunately, Luann’s been dumped…unfortunately, her stupid brother Bwad makes an appearance. (At least he’s been goomphed…)

I think not.

What’s going on in Ashlee’s brain (or Drew’s for that matter? or Saul? or Greta? or Wilbur?)

Miracles DO happen! (and so do outlandish conclusions to lame plots…)

Wow…I guess Trashlee really turned over a new leaf…

(This is about as “new leaf” as any of these losers get…

And as Drew’s latest love sinks slowly into the West (or somewhere else)…

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…or, maybe, the Evansii can.

You just have to wait…

Eh, screw it.

pleaseohpleaseohplease…

And end scene.

And then there are times when Bernice and Luann just spend time together…

And even pretend to be young, mature adults!!

Yum! All tied up in one!

And sometimes, neither philosophy nor mystery…

Plugger and proud (at least with this observation)…

That explains the 120,000 miles…

Another installment of “Of course I’m not a Plugger”….

Right next to all the AARP envelopes…

Truer words aren’t much spoken…

The Breakfast of (some. constipated.) Champions:

How summer just flies….HAPPY LABOR DAY!

I’m not saying that it’s a smart one, but he IS taking Trashlee out for a nice dinner.

And finally, he and Trashlee are starting to share in one another’s lives…

Getting serious…

Getting more serious…

Maybe Drew isn’t as shallow as everyone in the world has feared…

It looks like Drew ‘n’ Ashlee are Mature Enough to have a serious conversation…

And. Then. Suddenly…

What is Trashlee thinking? Or Drew? Or Saul or Greta or Wilbur?

Certainly we can’t believe Trashlee would CHANGE, would she?!??

Wow…I guess Trashlee really turned over a new leaf…

(This is about as “new leaf” as any of these losers get…

And as Drew’s latest love sinks slowly into the West (or somewhere else)…

And as the bus lurches slowly into the West…

Rebound love…Drew has it.

I don’t snark on Pickles, because I like the strip (have I ever snarked on it?). OTOH, I can see it a universe that Mary Worth might visit when it’s clear that Moy and Brigman are doing their best to ignore her….

I usually don’t snark on Garfield, either, because it’s just plain stupid. Eventually, however, the syndicate GoComics DID color-correct this strip (The proper response is “big deal.”)

Okay. I loathe Mark Trail 2.0. I dislike the drawing, the plots, the “oh I’m so woke and clever” crap that drips from the drawer (I won’t go so far to call her an illustrator or an artist). The Sunday strips are the only ones I’ll read, and it’s usually fast and done-with.
But then…here’s one that screams for snark. And I’ll deliver it.

…the best thing about it is Sam Driver (young lawyer, I think) is pissing off Alan Parker (old lawyer). And all the women have have breast-reduction surgery. The plot has been boring for the last X number of years…

If nothing else, Sam is persistent.

Sam, give it a rest. Or give it up. Or just drop dead…

Could it actually BE that Sam has made Alan see reason, and given him a reason to live? Probably not, but you never know…

Chef Alan is in the kitchen! Or maybe not.