It seems that Jess needs to confide in Jerad…thank Gawd he’s a medical professional!
And at least Jerad’s got nothing better to do than listen to Jess, or at least fantacise about Star Wars…
We take time off to ignore Dawn and Jared, and celebrate the Fourth…with MARY and DR. JEFF and IAN and TOBY and even stupid old WILBUTT…..Happy Independence Day!
Well, it’s back to 7/5/2022 and Jared’s blech of a life…
The Grand Reunion!
Oh, that seductive Jerad!
Will Jerad “go for it”? Who knows? And moreover, WHO CARES???
Speechless, in Italian…
And there are times when no one gives a crap about musical notation…
At least there are times when things really do come to an end…
Meanwhile, some other horndogs in 9 Chickweed Lane:
And back to the concert hall…
It finally happened. Brooke’s artistic wizardry has finally made the horrible little twins at the cery leasgt F*ckable…
Wait…there’s more!
The girls are back to toddler-hood. Their parents are just about the same, too…
So Polly and Lolly (or Wolly-doodle, whatever their names are) are toddler-aged again. Too bad that their parents (and the cartoonist) are still horny teenager-sized as well.
When Life gives you misteltoe…
Once again, add a cat and the strip becomes (barely) readable…
Have Gun Will Travel…and Have Amos Will Nebbish.
Amos’ Big Chance to show that he isn’t a dweeb…
And once again, here we are at “Dancing with the Dorks”:
It’s time for a little gerontology!
Kinda like an annual prostate exam…
As Tildy experiences a medical emergency on the way to the hospital…
Given Rex’s wearknesses, it could be Tildy, or Mary Worth…
And don’t you figure that Rex’s leisure time will be spoiled by some big, fat, no-talent talent?!??
While June cleverly absents herself from this train-wreck of has-been singers, Rex does the best he can!
Still, Rex is not easily deterred (mo’ money! mo’money! mo’ money!).
Mud was faking his heart attack/diarrhea blowout/attempt to play as the headliner! If that’s not bad enough, Rex works hard to preserve his medical image…
Rex’s true calling…
It’ s gonna get ugly…
And speaking of little dorks…
Go home, ya putz!
Phone Dawn, ya putz!
Start with a sniffle, ya putz.
Cry on Mr. Solo’s….um….shoulder.
And realize what Mary Worth truly is…
Even if you lose a few along the way, Thel, the majority in the Supreme Court will guarantee you continue popping out Melonheads until you hit menopause…
Maybe they’re going to do some gardening…
Jeffy’s a regular effin’ Boy Scout…always helping!
Meanwhile, Real Life Jeffy hangs wit’ his homies at San Diego Comic-con. Dorks.
Home again, home again….
Sad Jared…
Really sad, demented Jared…
Jared makes a decision. Granted, it’s a bone-headed decision…
But! He follows through with it! And without dragging Mr. Solo along…
…and…
And it’s HAPPY SUNDAY, you moron Jared…one of the few that can make Dawn look sympathetic!
Still, Jeffy doubts so much around him.
In the meantime, there’s always a commercial bonanza…Father’s Day!
Well, I think we’ve found Thel’s one remaining nerve…
Jared and Jess carry on, oblivious to it all…
Another day, more oblivion…
It goes on (will the madness never end?!??)
Thank you, God!
Time to check out, Jess…
Is the going? Really? Really?!??
…or worn-out underwear…
…or badly-behaving technology…
I like this one!
Summertime, summerime, sum, sum, summertime…
Trader Joe’s has a long way to go if it wants to catch up to CostCo…
