Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

Yeah. Keep thinking that, Trashlee…

And maybe you’ll get over the fact that you stole his watch, too… (BTW, THIS is what happens when the schools don’t teach cursive writing!!!).

Can you believe it? I mean REALLY BELIEVE IT?!?? Trashlee comes clean!!!

Well, no. Not really…

Gosh. the reunion of Drew and his Rolex is nearly the stuff of legend (oh, yeah, Trashlee’s in there somewhere)…

Can this day at the People’s Clinic get any better?

Oh, YOU BET!!!!

The plot thickens (aka, Shauna’s Big Idea)…

Yes, that tattoo was on the arm of a dirty biker type in Mary Worth (I am not making that up).

Of course, Gunther won’t listen at all, the simp.

And you just thought it was another dull evening at work…

Meanwhile, at Gloomy Gus Manor…

Yuck.

Guess what? Tiffany’ NOT the villain!

What times are these when we find ourselves cheering for the villain?

They’re everywhere, Tiff. Everywhere.

At least Bets and Gunth are sitting at the same (and only) table…

Villain or not, Tiffany says what we’re all thinking and hoping for…

All’s well that ends for people we don’t care about…

Or maybe not…

Oh, who the hell cares?

Two weeks into the breakup, and it’s still crap.

More crap.

Please go away (Tiffany can stay, Gunth and Betas need to fall down a deep, dark hole)…

I think this dead horse is well and truly beaten, but I like to think that Tiffany has learned some great, usable thing that will allow her to far outshine the common creeps around her, like Gunth and Bets.

I have no idea if this is Funky Winkerbean or Crankshaft, but it’s a Batuiuik-World, after all. And the buttinsky should’ve gotten a clue from the sign posted on the door: “Under Nude Management.”

So two old has-been comic book artists are on their way to San Diego to be feted by the 238,853,412 members of Comic-Con. Maybe one or two might even recognize them!

Or at least a few sleazy snapshots masquerading as “ART.”

Yep, sleazy. I called it.

It’s hard to put into words how to describe Ashlee. “What a slut” might work…

What an exciting day it was! How will Drew ever get to sleep?

The Folks who are Readers of the comics Curmudgeon are having a field day with Drew’s missing Rolex (and his anatomy). So who am I not to join in the merriment (at least I can do something really nasty to Trashlee)?

The plot thickens…even horny old Drew thinks that Trashlee just might be responsible for his missing Rolex…

They meet!

Will Trashlee come clean and confess that she stole Drew’s Rolex? Not if Drew can trick her into demonstrating what a cheap, felonious floozy she is!

…that you really DON’T have to put up with crap from the rest of the Fambly…

It’s almost that time (NO! Not Memorial Day!)

To think Dolly might actually be right from time to time…

“Nothing personal, of course…”

Oh, if only Dolly understood dog-speak…”I have rabies.”

Oh, if Jeffy weren’t so, so stupid…

Dolly the Snitch…

And if a grandparent isn’t on tap for checking out soon, maybe we’d better check on Barfy…

Happy 4th of July! Over and over and over again….

Even Dr. Drew the Drip knows that he should find out a little more about Ashlee…

And still, Mary can find a little time for recreation with her Main Man…

Thank Ghod we’re on Pacific DST…sounds like Jeff has a lot of Drew baggage to unload.

Sorry, I put the cart before the jackass…I think this panel precedes the previous panel, but with all the booze and senility, who can say, really?

Medical confessions (not like we care)…

Wasn’t “No Way Out” something that the philosopher Sartre wrote? Maybe, maybe not…

Need any of us say more?

I don’t know if it’s the pandemic, or Big Daddy and Mommy are just getting fed up with their 60-some-year-old malonhead…

And Thel’s fuse just gets shorter and shorter…

But in the event she can reduce the load by a Melonhead or three…

Poor Thelma. Poor, poor Thelma. I’m sorry, but I just can’t say it enough…

The days of wine and roses,…and pizza and ice cream!!!

And the best “Wisdom of the Ages“, is not really giving a damn…

Names are funny things. Well, sometimes.

The Sunday rectangle, or parallelogram, or Big Square, or something…

And yet, somehow the nonsense that Heloise is writing meshes perfectly with the nonsense that controls every breathing moment of Amos and Eddas’s lives…

And in the slightly alternate Phantom universe (that is, the story on Sunday is different — YES! I KNOW! — from the story that transpires during the week)….