Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

It’s both! And it’s TOO DAMNED LONG!

The folks at The Comics Curmudgeon are fondly recalling much better B-movies about growing up in the 50s, young white punks, toe-tapping musicals, and toe-tapping musicals about young white punks growing up in the 50s.

Me? I think the people at Reader’s Digest Condensed Books get hold of this and give it a good shake.

If The Phantom says it, it must be True! Right?

Imagine my surprise to find Kit in my own backyard!  At first, I wasn’t sure whether to call Jan Brewer or the Border Patrol or what.  But then, I figured our tourism industry, having taken a severe hit in the past 18 months, can really use a boost.  So…thanks, Ghost-Who-Enhances-Our-Economy!

(And a BIG BIG BIG thanks to CC’s Binder’s Butter Beans for so accurately renaming what was already a magnificent natural wonder, if you know what I mean and I think you do…)

And when Love is… gives you something painfully, painfully obvious, run with it! (Just reposition the magnifying glass a little.)

Age? Senility? Or just captive in a community of nit-wits?

These stories of woe are beginning to sound all alike (and geez, I haven’t been reading this strip for that long!).

…that Mark Trail talking about armadillos is likely a repeat, within the past two years.  Still, armadillos are just so weird ‘n’ cute that how could you blame him?  And the first panel just cries for an Epic Treatment:

It’s my birthday month! So I got a free ice cream cone at Baskin-Robbins (or three) AND a free milkshake at Chik-Fil-A! Life is Good, and Scoopy knows of what he speaks:

(aka, when Ballard Street gives you a rampaging squirrel:  RUN WITH IT!)

It’s so hot! I mean hot! So hot that Lu Ann has to float in a tub-full of lemonade or something:

All that thinking…it’s like a siren song to Paul Linski!

I swear that while just about everyone who commented on a dirt-covered, mud-pie making PJ referred to dirt or poo or dirt-eating or poo-eating (I think I covered all the bases), this is the first thing that came to my mind.

Yeah, like it’s an improvement…

Meanwhile, Dolly has the Epiphany we’ve dreamed of for so many years:

And Billy has his own Summer of Enlightenment: