Other issues, more or less having to do with dogfighting, take some folk’s priorities…
Thank heavens that Mary is so empathetic and consoling and stuff…
eventually you’ll get a 9 Chickweed Lane with a CAT!!
Meanwhile, back of the beach:
Things happen on the beach (or in the water), and Edda’s too vacuous to understand without an explanation:
And then there’s issues with music critics…
And this illustration leads us to wonder…if it’s not a kiss, is she swallowing his tongue, upper and lower bridgework, and chin? And why is this either entertaining (it’s a comic strip) or romantic (other than just plain eccchy?!??
And a PSA (ohpeaseohpleaseohplease) for the end of Thorax:
It IS 9 Chickweed Lane, after all:
And Bernice was his Muse cum model? No, neither can I.
Aaaaaaaaaaaand it’s back to another lame story…
Where in the world is loony little Bets…
Remember when Borenice was still in school, pretending to be pre-Psych?
And now for some High Drama at Tiffany’s Halloween party…will Bets stay or go?…Who gives a rat’s ass?
And what Bats really, really needs to hear…
And for the conspiracy theorists in the audience….
I swear, Dally’s being groomed to aid and abet Mery Worth in her dotage.
And once again, it’s PJ for the Win!!!
And you just thought this was an innocent game, not a March to Glorious Destruction!
Still no end in sight…it’s dinnertime at the Bum Boat!
Itchin’ to meddle?
