Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

…I hate my life in the Maryverse.

I mean, what if we only have one bullet?

Okay, so I’m batting .500, which Mary telling Toby All About Nola.  On the other hand, they’re out on a brisk walk, so Toby isn’t stuffing her face with whatever Mary is pushing in her direction.   (CC’s gnome de blog suggested that perhaps Mary and Toby were on their way to a Charterstone Pool Party, but if Mary isn’t carrying a covered dish — you wouldn’t expect her to show up empty-handed, would you? — I doubt it.  Yes, yet another disappointment in Maryville.)

And the day after…just another bitchy day in Paradise Santa Royale…

Which translates into a coffee klatch between Mary and Toby.  Mary regales Toby with all that has happened.  Toby eats a banana/a salmon square/a bag of potato chips.  Thrills ahead!

[Got my first one million hits today…okay, so it took just over four years to do it (from 8 April 2008), but considering what a fabulously inconsequential blog this is, that’s cool!  Thanks for being one in a million!]

I miss our Comics Curmudgeon buddy Dingo.  Even when he wasn’t being his wonderfully filthy self, he was amazingly funny.  I doubt I’ll ever be adept at computer animation, and when the comics throws you Spiderman dancing for joy (no kidding! check out the 4/17/12 strip) or the Phantom making jazz hands (okay, he wasn’t really, but a girl can dream and a mash-up can result), I am reminded of Dingo’s “Mary Worth:  Dancing Queen” on YouTube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nuhiYsW7T2o.  (Holy Cow! Kit Walker even makes an appearance in the Mary Discoverse!)

So, here’s to you, Dingo, knowing you would’ve made it great.  And very likely X-rated.

Yikes…Cherry wasn’t kidding! Now I’m really worried!

Gosh, has Bastille Day come early this year? Maybe it’s just the booze (or, more appropriately, le booze) talkin’…

Of course, the French always prefer to make love, not war!

Okay, just the drugs part.  And poor old Ranger Tom Martin can’t even catch a break there…

No, I’m serious!

or at least got one from a kindly derelict.  Fat lot of good it did you, woman!

…and everyone in Lost Forest knows it.

Yes, the squirrel’s little beady eyes are red-rimmed.  I swear!