Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

They’re still going at it!

Meanwhile…

Lunch for the ladies goes on, and Mary seems to have suffered one of her many fugues….

Estelle has certainly shown her patience, but I’d love to see her punch Mary’s lights out.

Woman power (or old lady power, or something…)

But the most fun is when the Ladies Who Lunch go home…

Well, they’re still at the restaurant…might as well make the best out of a bad situation…

And since we have a looooooong time to observe one another at the table…

It’s Saturday….maybe someone (the maitre d’, the police, a hobo on the street) will suggest that the Ladies beat it…

I give up. Sunday was the typical rehash, this time the very long lunch with these three, plus even more usual Mary crap advice. This is all I managed from it…

And a little last-minute F*ck you, Moy.

Happy Valentine’s Day to one and all!

Yes, it really is a Monday…

The last strip I snarked was in August 2021 and if was about dead Lisa. Oh, that we all had the longevity of a decades-dead corpse!

A massive pity party goes on…

(A tip o’ the pins colada to Paul H. from Readers of the Comic Curmudgeon for a brilliant little take on things (and Wilbutt found his other shoe, too!)…

Another day…another day for grieving…

And Paul’s snark still haunts me…

And you thought bitching about being stranded on a desert island was bad? Consider whining about supposedly losing a loved (well, liked) one at sea…

Guess who’s coming to Charterstone….

And can you think of anything hokier?

The folks at FB;s “We’re *WORTH* It” have been consoling themselves with classic art snark, and I tagged along (and yes, it did make me fell a little better, even if Wilbutt is still alive):

Come a little closer, Oh Distraught, Wandering Traveler….

And it’s a big o’ THANK YOU GOD, for this Sunday morning!

What should a marooned person do on a deserted, desert island? Realize the life he’s lived has been a wasted, selfish one. Other than that…

Let the rape of Paradise begin!!

Will he? Will he? Or won’t he?!??

Steaming ahead with the Sunday funnies, as Wilbutt’s desperation mounts…

Will the search for Wilbutt go on? Yes? No? Who cares?

And then, it may not matter (in the meantime, Welcome to Isla de los Gatos!!!!).

I wonder how many Fancy Feast cans Wilbutt could fill (and just SHUT UP, Mary):

The professionalism back on the ship is a wee bit suspect…

Hmmm, he’s either the Guest of Honor or the Main Course; I get those two thing confused.

Then again, we could’ve avoided all this speculation days ago…

A tip o’ the life preserver to Michael Martin, one of the Readers of the Comics Curmudgeon on FB:

And I mean EVERYBODY’S getting into the act!

Dang, even my husband has gotten involved!!!

Heck, we’re just happy (delirious!!!!) that she told Wilbutt NO to his marriage proposal. I’m sure he’ll take it like a man…

Well, yeah….

Love, passion, hatred…say what you will or what you want, but time marches on…

Maye there’ll be a bad connection…

Meanwhile, Wilbutt still drunk…

And even more meanwhile, Wilbutt still drunk…

Is he? Isn’t he? who cares? Let’s just revel in the possibility…

The intertoobs are burning up with the chance that Wilbutt is a goner. Maybe he was rescued by SeaWorld or Marine Land or Greenpeace…or even the Santa Royale Aquarium and Fishe Market!

But the most important thing to keep in mind is…don’t go soft on us, Estelle!!!

ALERT THE AUTHORITIES!!!

I think the Captain has ulterior motives. Good ulterior motives…

Yep. The Capain is definitely interested…

And more…

More, more, more!