Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

CC’s “Roman Fingers” noted:

A couple of days ago, there were hills behind them, and overgrown grass. The hills are gone. A small trail appears in panel 1, and by the last panel, it’s a regular path. This place is rapidly evolving. Good Lord-they’re on the Genesis planet!

How did I miss the fence?  It must’ve been all the exciting action going on between Mike and Lonnie!

You could pussyfoot around the topic…

…or you could just cut to the chase:

A little girl who finds a fawn and loves it so much.

This can’t end well.

Welllp — let’s just get on with it:

This week’s Mary Worth looks like it’s going to be filled with accusations and much-self pity by Dr. Mike, who seems bound and determined to revert to a petulant 10-year-old.

Safe it, Mikey.  There’s a lot of other things I’d rather do than hear you whine. Even more than you already have.

I was really hoping to finish up “Mommy’s Excellent Vacation” (PJ’s the only sacrificial victim left, if you’ve been keeping count), only dumb little Jeffy stole the spotlight again, this time with a pair of bathing trunks that got away.

Not that Jeffy naked is any great shakes (his being naked is getting to be a hallmark of Family Circus, much like hand-secks is for 9 Chickweed Lane), but given the looks of horror from onlookers, it seemed to make more sense to have Jeffy facing them rather that facing away from them.

Of course, the unfortunate term “Midget Porn” also comes to mind:

Among the curminions at The Comics Curmudgeon, there were also some references to the Floating World, aka Shunga.  Look it up.

And, oh yeah, you wish…

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…

It appears that Lonnie has some physical malady that causes him to shake.  I’m sure that in time, what his affliction is will be made known, but in the meantime — Party Down!

Okay, it’s not Iron Man 2, or Date Night or Hot Tub Time Machine, but it’s free.  (Bring your own popcorn.)

SIUF Cinema proudly presents “MORGU: The Count Morgu Musical Experience!”

Well, without the music.  And other stuff.  Thanks to CC’s Little Guy for the swell title, though!

I guess after reading several years of the horror that is Mary Worth, I’ve become inured to everything else, no matter how terrible and/or apocalyptic…

But wait! There’s more!

The orange, gelled-up hair…and good lord! The pointy ears! Come on, kids of the late 60s/early 70s! Who else could it be?!?

Good guess! Sing along, if you’d like!

I’m Mister Green Christmas
I’m Mister Sun
I’m Mister Heat Blister
I’m Mister Hundred and One
They call me Heat Miser,
What ever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
I’m too much!
He’s Mister Green Christmas
He’s Mister Sun
He’s Mister Heat Blister
He’s Mister Hundred and One
They call me Heat Miser,
What ever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
He’s too much!
Thank you!
I never want to see a day
That’s under sixty degrees
I’d rather have it eighty, Ninety, one hundred degrees!
(spoken) Oh, some like it hot, but I like it REALLY hot! Hee hee!
He’s Mister Green Christmas
He’s Mister Sun
Sing it!
He’s Mister Heat Blister
He’s Mister Hundred and One
They call me Heat Miser,
What ever I touch Starts to melt in my clutch
I’m too much!
Too Much!

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