Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

…even if he were the last man on Earth.

Speaking of the last man on Earth, the eternal cock-tease, and are teen-agers really like that? Really? REALLY?  The love story that is the lamest this since this side of 9 Chickweed Lane goes on (OTOH, the characters in both strips are fairly universally uninteresting…once boinked, who cares?):

Fun, Gunther-style at the New Year’s Eve Dance means leaving at 12:30 AM. Woo…

Dump the loser, Rosa! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD…

Keep running, Rosa!  KEEP RUNNING!!!

And be lucky you don’t live in NYC.  Or at least this apartment complex!

Thanks to everyone who drops by and read my blog!  I hope that I can make you laugh on occasion!

…will Ken’s dream of Mary remaining in NYC come true? Keep those noshes coming, Ken, if you know what’s good for you!

I mean it.  I’m serious!

So over in Mark Trail land, bad guys have absconded with a buncha rare Indian artifacts, a canoe AND Mark himself! While briefly knocked out and tied up, one bad guy went on, but it’s not like a concussion and rope burns can keep Mark down.  What. A. Guy.

The pursuit continues!

And did I mention: What. A. Guy. ?

I must mention that I love the current artwork in this story.  I particularly like Mark’s expression of lucidity…will it last?  Only time will tell!

…Mommy always buys the el cheapo candy canes that just have the red stripes painted on.

Probably NOT with a toxic paint.  More’s the pity.

And adding to the holiday cheer (and pain), is Big Daddy Bil sizing up Jeffy.  (Dammit, the bottle on the shelf really *did* read CHLOROFORM…)

Could the holidays get any more nauseating than at or around the Keane Kompound?

“…was that my outside voice? Oh, who the hell cares?”

And with the end of the Chanu-Christ-Promise Haven festivities…Mary is still noshing:

Uh oh…trouble’s brewing!  Mary must’ve not have had anything to eat for 45 minutes…

While Dr. and Mrs. Morgan are having an uncomfortable dinner date with the Nail in the Skull couple, Niki and Kelly have to deal with the precocious Sarah.

Me? I LOVE the potential here, particularly since Sarah is an insufferable brat…

I’m pretty sure I was wrong.  But CC’s Mr O’Mally suggested something:

…and unfortunately, so does the De Groot clan.

…or maybe it was hives.

Anyway, the original Gasoline Alley has Walt photo-bombing a stained glass window.  It was only a small effort to make Walt one for the ages.