Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

Like its creator, hell if I know! Edda and Amos continue to dance with extraordinary clumsiness around a real relationship (unlike the characters in Luann, at least there is the reality of sex thrown in…peculiarly, of course), and that’s about all you really need to know.

And just because this whole thing is involving innocent people…

…or maybe a “isn’t this a much better strip this way?”…

…at least if you’re a loaf of bread and a pound of cold cuts!

Sam Driver and Hollywood mogul meet Bea the Buxom Babe with a hammer, and Bubba, local pot grower!

Les and Summer Moore scale the heights of Mt. Kilimanjaro!

Nina continues to have a baby!

An Italian cruise looks a little less than typical for Dawn and Wilbur Weston!

And a simple wildlife shoot gets all too literal for Rusty Trail (as was mentioned on the Comics Curmudgeon, “Where’s a damn grizzly when you need one?!?”)

And yet, a wee bit of tedium sets in…that, or everyone took off for the weekend (the difference between Saturday and Monday strips can be minute):

I wouldn’t worry too much about that, Bubba…

…it’s just that you’re a demanding nag!

Fortunately, Tommie has lived with Margo long enough to become inured to the stuff.

And, yes, the question has been asked by many, “How long, Lord? How long?”

So what? It’s childbirth, not a disease! You’re young and healthy, Nina, with a iron constitution…you can do it!

[To be honest, the best part of mashing this was looking for a picture of a rodeo cowboy.  I Googled “bucking bronco,” and this was one of the options…I don’t think this was actually a Bucking Bronco, given the spokesperson…]

NOW you’re feeling a little concerned about Rusty’s welfare.

Well, Luann’s latest (imaginary) boyfriend is returning to Australia. And after three or six years of being in the States, little Miss Tease hasn’t gotten further than first base with him (maybe not even that far).  Of course, with him nearly stepping on the plane, suddenly she’s hot to trot.

Well, sweetie, I think the horse has left the barn.  Or the barn door’s been left open.  Or someone’s been ridden hard and put away wet…

I like to think of Rex Morgan as a guy who bumbles through life, often the unwitting straight man, and definitely the guy who graduated #81 in his medical school class of eighty.

Then again, a lot of other people think of him as a smug, arrogant S.O.B. (you know, a doctor).  And sometimes, the word balloons just prove them right.  So here we are, still wondering how his old patient Foster died.  Questions were asked, accusations made, dead bodies (well, one dead body) lying all over the place, and no sign of Dr. Andy Reed, aka, COUNT MORGU, Coroner and VAMPIRE!

Yeah, Rex, I guess you are a dick…