Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

…but it was at a nearby parking garage and it didn’t disrupt the roof-top wedding of one of the staff at the Morgan clinic. The guests have gone downstairs for the dinner reception and the cutting of the cake, and that’s when things go kablooey! (Priorities, you know…)

I’ve been avoiding Rex Morgan for a long time because of its boring plots (such as they are)…but who doesn’t love a good, no-holds-barred wedding?

Yup. After all these years, Rex remains a hopeless twit, only managing to outwir his lame offspring.

Another day, another return to suburban hell:

Twp old “buddies” meat meet up…

Maybe a few more possibilities for therapy wouldn’t hurt, either.

While we’re thinking about food…

The saddest part of this particular comic is realizing how many BIG shopping malls that I grew up with in the Phoenix area (Metrocenter and Thomas Mall) and the surrounding areas (Los Arcos, Tri-City) are no longer there…gone, baby, gone.

Merely an obervation…

Some folks like loose change, some folks like facial hair, and ‘evry gal’s crazy ’bout a fluffy-lookin’ ‘stache!”

It’s always something. Usually smelly, too.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING to everyone near and far, Plugger and those-in-training!

And as we head into yet another Covid variant, we remember the Good Auld Days…

The times we live in.

You just keep telling yourself that.

Of course, it’s up to the parents to teach them what they need to know…

Remember: without eternal vigilance, it can happen here!

Gramma’s just pissed off, because her similar “career” was waylaid by bunions.

It was a fun Thanksgiving, only Jeffy hoarding the wishbone so that he could be assured some good luck. I wounded like it was in the bag…

Awww, ain’t this sweet? And why don’t we ever see the Keanes’ “Bunny Rabbit” hopping merrily around the Kompound?

It’s beginning to look a lot like you-know-what…

What a great veterinarian vistit, to Dr. “Lively” Harding…but you can call him Ed.

While whiny old Wilbutt seeks solace, and a couple of salmon squares, from Mary…

Maybe Wilbutt will finally see the light…

And then again, maybe not…

Mary always has a good idea…

Yeah, a really good idea…

*sigh* This is like being a five-year-old and having to wait forever for Santa to show up!

[Cue the theme from Jaws.]

And while we’re waiting for the fun to begin, ever notice how some places will just let ANYONE in?

Wilbutt takes the stage…

The karaoke smack-down continues. Don’t you just wish that after Wilbutt monopolizes the stage over and over again, something like this would happen?!?

But, alas, that’s just a fantasy…it’s Estelle’s turn. Again.

A little interlude (thanks, Paul Harrington, for the inspiration!)…

And I hate to admit this, but unless things evolve into an all-out fistfight or glassware-slinging tout suite, it’s time for Karaoke night to end…

Sure, it’s been fun, but I really, really hope that the Star Lounge isn’t open on Sundays.

She’s back, and she’s apparently a Wonderful Archery Teacher…so how could this be trouble with a hoard of grade-schoolers and Luann?

Actually, I only snaked on this because the pissy “principal” of this after-school program can’ form whole sentences, or even partial sentences, or throw in an occasional part of speech.

So Luann got called on the carpet (just not a dirty red one, like Tara’s)….

I like how incompetent, etc., leaders are just shuffled around Kids 1st (like the LDS and Roman Catholic Churches, for starters…)

I guess it’s about time to be bored to tears with Bernice and what passes for romance.

And someone hasn’t scooped this sad-sack up yet?!?? Then again, she’d probably kill a pet rock (there ARE more important things in her life, you know…

It seems the storyline, such as it is, has something to do with Bornice’s love-life. Or lack of it. But we ought to keep in mind what a huge intellect she has…

Yeah. Suck it, Wilbutt.

Awww, and now the little troll is making amends….

And now the little troll is failing miserably…

Great. Just what Estelle needs…

I’m guessing there’s nothing for Estelle to watch on TV, now that the H&I channel put “House” reruns on AFTER midnight!

Will they? Won’t they? Who cares?

Well, at least this looks a little detente-ish…

And then again, maybe not…

I did notice that … Who really cares abour hoomans blathering? What’s really important is sweet, innocent love…love that can take over the world!

Carol has been talked into having dinner with Wilbutt. At this classy bistro, even the pianists get time off for good behavior…

Meanwhile, the time before the mousse shows up allow Carol and Wilbutt to get better acquainted.

Ah, what memories! Laughing over old stories that go back an entire WEEK!

Kinda makes you long for the Real Old Days…at least six months ago!

I’m sure two mature adults will find some shared interests.

And in case ANYONE considered WIlbutt suave and sophisticated…

Which all goes to prove…

And whether you want to or not, Wilbutt…time to say goodbye,

Carol and Wilbutt spend HOURS at Dog Beach (the only people in Santa Royale without cable, I guess).

Meanwhile, life goes on for other Santa Royalians…

Will LOVE find Wilbutt Weston. It seems likely...or does it?

Not that Libby would have anything to do with this, if Carol’s machinations fall through…or would they?

And let’s not forget a blast from the past…and hope Wilbutt’s lousy luck continues unabated!

And Moy disappoints us all…

The all-important Dinner Date (minus the dogs)…

Of course, several Comics Curmudgeons were hoping for interesting interruptions:

…and I’m doing you a favor. This prologue devolves into a talky-talky borefest. Be happy with this little bit, and go read something betters.

Strangely enough, BMacE swerves and spends some time with Edda and what is supposedly her spawn. The spawn has decided their mother is neither human nor mammal, but a chick.

And this was actually quite sweet, but nothing that can’t be snarked on.

Yeah, mystifying.

Do you want to see something really scary?

And now we’re in the middle of a Thorax-in-WWII story, doing sexy things. My gorge rises…

Keep calm, Estelle..remember, you came out on the right end of the stick.

If it’s Sunday morning, it’s time for a reHASH!

Where does the weekend go? I guess you can just lose your sense of time among the dewormers and such…

Could the new week get any better?!??