Stalwart, square-jawed, straight-shootin’ Rex Morgan.
Yep.
And then he opens his mouth.
Well, it took eight months, but this FOOBlite begged to be mashed. Actually, Elly begged to be screamed at with even more spite and vitriol than toddler Elizabeth could get by with a big-ass screaming-Mimi “NO!”
Making fun of this tired attempt to “capture the magic” is too easy. Give it up, Lynn. Please. Go away.
Finally! The entire Morgan clan (and Agnes, honorary Morgan clan drunken old aunt) meet Willy! What excitement! AND there’s a club sandwich!
But all is not frilly toothpicks on the S.S. Surly!
…add Dead Lisa — that makes three!
I don’t know how many folks at CC called this, that Les’ “date” would have a chaperone, but yep! It did!
And the thought of Lisa bowing out gracefully after she gives Les the “thumbs up” about Cayla? Surely you jest!
At this rate, the ship stores will be empty by noon.
And with the worried look on June’s face:
We should all remember those famous words of Muffaroo, one of the Comics Curmudgeon‘s site’s poets laureate:
Little Willy, Boston bound
Turned up in the Lost and Found.
June found him alone with Rex.
Like all of us, she thought of sex.
Let this be a lesson to you, little Miss Know-It-All.
This is what I get for watching Season 1 of “Dexter” in three or less days.
And just as rearranging the letters in “KELRAST” spell “STALKER,” rearranging the letters in “BLOOM” spell “MOB LO.” Creeeeeeepy!
UPDATE ON TASER-MANIA: I don’t read Marvin. It looks insipid enough from the drawing style, and from what other folks say, the insipidity goes down to the bone (or the text, as it may be). Still, a little jolt of humor never hurts, does it?
It looks like Rusty is going to engineer his own escape from the bank robbers, if he doesn’t break a leg in the process. But what’s more important, is some cuter than the dickens frames of his puppy Sassy. If it weren’t for thugs in hot pursuit, this would be so totally Disney (come to think of it, a lot of the Disney classics do have hapless thugs…).
Alas! Alack! Adrian Cory’s One True Love is a swindler! A thief! A bigamist!
How could a smart, young professional like Adrian have judged him so inaccurately? Just hope she’s not one of the doctors in your HMO.
Love is… was creepy from the starting gate. Two naked kids (no hint of puberty, still they have kids, wear stiletto heels and fishnets, go to work, drive cars, bring flowers, think romantic thoughts) are “married” and profess their love for each other in Twitter-long nuggets. Mix in the tragic story of the creator of the strip dying young and then his wife pressing on and then dying a little older, and the offspring soldiering on with this mess. Funky Winkerbean is a walk in the park, by comparison.
I avoid it as much as possible, but there are times…
