Mutant though he may be, that Rusty sure has great breath control (must be the gills/anaerobic respiratory system/whatever)…
Lu Ann’s good idea has been uncovered! And Margo’s response should surprise no one who has a passing knowledge of Apartment 3G. Nevertheless, it’s good excuse for a little mental exercise — yeah, sure, it’ll be fun!
I realized that Tommie just stands there. I almost feel that something ought to be said about her, maybe for a word balloon to fill the expanse of turquoise and lime green in the lower left corner.
“So, that new hairdo isn’t attracting any more guys, is it?”
“Are you still a nurse or something? I think you leave the apartment sometimes.”
“Bathroom, mule!”
Over at our favorite NYNY apartment, Margo walked off into the mist and then walked back (apparently), Lu Ann walked around Arlington National Cemetery and then returned (no mean feat there!), and Tommie just sorta stood there.
All the girls are together again for some new and exciting adventures! But first…
But that ESP stuff…SPOOKY!!!
And though it’s been said many times, many ways, “Oh, how I loathe Sarah!!”
Then again, with a good night’s sleep, everything is a little more on an even keel:
“Taint.”
*snort*
For some reason (and I’m sure there’s a swell one), the storyline in the weekend Phantom is completely different from the Sunday Phantom.
A pity, really…
The Comics Curmudgeon himself notes that Jeffy Keane’s “arms and shoulders have been replaced by a neck-pillow.” Yes. It’s true.
The really unsettling thing is asking how did this happen? Maybe it was a tragic congenital condition.
On the other hand…
YOU DECIDE!
Romance novels — love ’em or hate ’em, both sides have their fans! Unfortunately, they’re having dinner together.
And then someone feels the need to go all apeshit…
(Homer Simpson whisper: “I don’t think they’re going to be invited back for dinner.”)
