Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

…then again, maybe we’re just waiting for Spring Break.

Or maybe not.

Should we be surprised? Really?

Then again, maybe Toby and Cal won’t really hit it off…

Maybe we ought to harken back to the Good Old Days (at least, appropriating them from The Phantom!):

Toby reviews more of Cal’s work:

And lord only knows when she comes across someone familiar (I used a Mary Worth face (really and truly) from a few weeks ago…with Brigman at the helm, Mary no longer looks like the old crone we’ve become accustomed to)

All this flirtation! I don’t know if I can take much more…

Who cares if she’s more mature than Luann? (shhhhh….don’t tell Luann.)

At least Luann knows how to handle an emergency…

Wow…just how stupid is Luann?

Meanwhile, on a quiet, lonely street in Pitts, CA (a modest burb of Santa Royale)….

The mystery of Puddles continues…

Where, oh where, has Puddles gone?!?? Egads…taken by the Three Stooges!

Ain’t it great that Bernice is soooooo empathetic?

I think this would be a great solution (of course, it would never happen):

Slogging toward a climax…

Oh, look…Luann’s new job, tutoring “troubled youth” (aka, delinquents)…

Even if you’re a ROCK STAR…you die. And then you’re forgotten.

Luann’s latest career choice bites the big one…

Do I know these people?

As Wilbutt continues to ingratiate himself to one and all…

Wilbutt continues to bat .1000.

And today’s strip was just plain bizarre…

he happiest couple in Charterstone (I guess).

Well, wort of happy….

After the party is over…

And I mean really, really over…

In Toby’s art studio! (MAN-BUN ALERT!!!!)

Santa Royale Community college…where students run fampant (and teachers earn cheap)….

Such a diversity of students!

So a bogus art teacher is attempting to blakmail the Morgan…whatever will they do?!??

Excitement builds (then again, this is Rex Morgan…)!

New Adventure! Comic Book creator’s wife has a baby! Sarah angles for another baby in the house!

Hey, Sawah…don’r you have schoolwork or masturbation or something to keep you occupied?

How about some interest (yeah, yeah, curb your excitement) for Rex’s new patient…a vigilante? It’s the Street Sweeper! (How stupid is that???) Even the other ne’er-do-wells in Morganville think this is lame.

Could it be these thugs are more interesting than Morgan and Family? Quite possibly.

When the “Street Sweeper” sends the bad guys running, he has to find something…or someone…to keep his hard work noticeable to John Q. Public…like a drunk planning on DRIVING!!!

Drunks are more fun to deal with than dyed-in-the-wool thugs!

It’s always Monday somewhere…

Most folks don’t realize how sympathetic and caring Rex really is…

It’s tough being a low-life thug…

I mean it!

Time to call DR. REX MORGAN!!

Dr. Morgan always knows the correct response…

…although if Wilbutt wants to surprise someone, THIS is how to do it.

And I like this comic, too…

…what the hell happened to Thel’s eyes? AND BARFY’S?????

Maybe this was the reason that Billy Keane didn’t inherit the Family Circus legacy of humor and half-assed fun.

God, you’re stupid, Dolly. Let’s hope you never got into medical school.

And Mommy needs to take it easy an slow down a bit, too.

That’s telling him, Jeffy…

And poor, dumb Jeffy jus can’t catch a break…

One Big Effin’ Fambly…

Dolly the Scientist!

Just wondering…what happened to Dolly and PJ?

They’re still going at it!

Meanwhile…

Lunch for the ladies goes on, and Mary seems to have suffered one of her many fugues….

Estelle has certainly shown her patience, but I’d love to see her punch Mary’s lights out.

Woman power (or old lady power, or something…)

But the most fun is when the Ladies Who Lunch go home…

Well, they’re still at the restaurant…might as well make the best out of a bad situation…

And since we have a looooooong time to observe one another at the table…

It’s Saturday….maybe someone (the maitre d’, the police, a hobo on the street) will suggest that the Ladies beat it…

I give up. Sunday was the typical rehash, this time the very long lunch with these three, plus even more usual Mary crap advice. This is all I managed from it…

And a little last-minute F*ck you, Moy.

Happy Valentine’s Day to one and all!

Yes, it really is a Monday…

The last strip I snarked was in August 2021 and if was about dead Lisa. Oh, that we all had the longevity of a decades-dead corpse!

A massive pity party goes on…

(A tip o’ the pins colada to Paul H. from Readers of the Comic Curmudgeon for a brilliant little take on things (and Wilbutt found his other shoe, too!)…

Another day…another day for grieving…

And Paul’s snark still haunts me…

And you thought bitching about being stranded on a desert island was bad? Consider whining about supposedly losing a loved (well, liked) one at sea…

Guess who’s coming to Charterstone….

And can you think of anything hokier?

The folks at FB;s “We’re *WORTH* It” have been consoling themselves with classic art snark, and I tagged along (and yes, it did make me fell a little better, even if Wilbutt is still alive):

Come a little closer, Oh Distraught, Wandering Traveler….

And it’s a big o’ THANK YOU GOD, for this Sunday morning!