…and the Morgans’ Bankrupt Caribbean Adventure (aka, “The Donut Kid”), I am NEVER stepping foot on a cruise ship!
…as an “Olympics STD.”
To be honest, I had to do this just because Get Fuzzy mentioned a “bowl of eternal salmon treats” today. Who else would be the guardian?
…no matter how reprehensible (*coff*FunkyWinkerbean*coff*) the comic or its (*coff*LesMoore*coff*hack*gag*) its characters are.
And if the kitty is close by, I still might read it…
And evidently The Author has made the trek up Mt. Kilimanjaro, which I guess follows the old saw “Write/draw/exploit what you know.”
…probably doesn’t interest Margo in the least.
(Yay, Margo!)
Good lord — can Lu Ann be far behind?!?!
Okay, to review this 9-month-long story:
Over in Judge Parker land, Sam and Avery the Agent are being chatted up by Big Bubba, a pot farmer to rival all pot farmers. I guess what it all boils down to is Dream Big, Jeffy!
I wish I could quit Funky Winkerbean, but then Somebody introduces a little black kitten that somehow stowed away in a tourist’s bags all the way to Kenya. Dammit.
Yay! We’ve escaped a week or so of Les’ whining and/or pun-making and/or altitude sickness hallucinating! Do we deserve a reward? Damn straight!
They being all of us who think that a Mary Worth strip ain’t worth a rat’s patoot unless Mary’s in the thick of it! And here she is (or isn’t), 2000 miles away and life continuing (for a little while, at least) quite spectacularly without her!
Boy, is she gonna be pissed!
More excitement on the bridge!
(Sadly, one day of this and I’m already wondering what Wilbur and Dawn are doing…)
