Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

The sad little plot thickens…

Why do you keep opening your mouth, Les?

Summer meets the high school janitor, who is a Time Lord or some such garbage (29 days to implosion, Batuik, you hack)…

Mop-boy yammers on and on, as Summer tries to think of anything she can do to ditch him.

And a Sunday strip…worthy of snarking unmercifully!

And so Summer tries to clear her head…

Zak has been getting his news from the World Weekly Report…

And just because Our God is a Generous God, TWO snarks for the price o’ one!

We’re coming up on the weekend…like it or not, Ms. Moy, something better happen soon!

…only watch very old movies…

Yes, like this was a surprise…

Zak and Iris are going on a holiday…someday…eventually,..before the end of the decade…

HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

and here we are…

up…up…up…

no….wait….stop… Trying to make a testosterone-pumped Millenial see reason.

Wow. Zak does NOT have things under control.

…for a good ol’ MANLY SCREAM!!!

Meanwhile, in these action-packed days of 2022, so much is going on for the folks who associate with Judge Parker!

Because there’s no better place than a hospital for a knock-down, drag-out fight…

Tiffany finailly gets fed up with living in a dorm with idiots and moves back to the manse. Too bad she forgot how to negotiate stairs…

Tiffany survives…and it’s a good thing, since Luann is starting to explore her writing career (the 13th careeer choice this year).

Meanwhile, Ma DeGroot and Borenice are bonding over taxes, or something…

Luann reads a BOOK!

Luann may or may not hit PUBERTY!

And while Tiff recuperates at Gunther’s lavish spit-n-sticks crappy little house, Bets gets the overwhelming case of jealousy over her man-boi:

Uh-oh…I think I see some rocks ahead.

Wait! There’s more!

Compromise?

Sigh.

The arts of drawing glassware is lost on so many…