Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

So, the Twits are going to be doing something useful and creative with John Darling’s murder weapon!
Meanwhile, writer Batuiuik continues to be an asshole.

If Batiuiuk were smart (among other things), he’d just let dead things lie, or something…

And once again, I ask: “crankshaft? Funky Winkerbean? WHO CARES?“

Well, when you put it THAT way…

On the boredwalk…

What nobody needs…

Might Mary be MISTAKEN?!??

Jeff ‘n’ Mary’s last date…

Really…you only have to go back a little while (to the time of 1979), when maids were Mexican and rich folks were God’s gift to the world…

Say what you will, but Marie can sure handle a spoon!

Oh, Lordie, there’s more!

Marie takes walk with Buck as Abbey goes elsewhere:

Mixed textile patterns…is this really a problem, with Marie at the wheel?

And it isn’t only Sundays, either…

Getting a little closer to Hell…

Getting a little closer to a civil suit…

Guess who!

Yes, and it’s the same old, same old…

All good things must come to an end…

one sharp-eyed reader noticed that Mary was wearing a variety of cowl-tops (the color of them, at least) While the color palette has been exhausted, Mary has decided to try stretching out her wardrobe. (and yes, stretch rhymes with retch…)

Fortunately, the Scene Changes, and it’s to Wilbutt…Oh, well…

Maybe not…maybe Wilbutt is content…like Dawn. Stand by for the end of the world.

No such luck. If nothing else, Mary always has the Last Word:

But wait…there’s MORE!

When Steffi’s ring goes missing, she accuses everyone until she has enough balls to confess the loss to Kip…

(Of course, the other word that Kip was suggesting is also four letters, begins with a C and ends with a T and doesn’t refer to a female relative.)

Steff finds her precious ring, and amends are ma…..HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

We interrupt to make you savages honor a sacred holiday…

And it’s back to “Daze of Our Charterstone”…

and so it begins…

Dawn’s realization (so it’s a few weeks or months or years late…):