Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

The poor guy’s been in the U.S. for only 9 hours…ah, but he’s young and strong!

And yes, it gets worse…

This riff popped into my head, only because Gunth and his mum made a reappearance after a couple of weeks (and apparently I wasn’t ready to let go of them so quickly).  Oh, and the return of commentary that lippage = sexual activity.

Ew.

Five-year-old Shannon is consistently painted with a spoiled brat brush in Luann…WHEN EVERYONE ELSE IN THE STRIP IS JUST AS LOATHESOME.  Evans’ “evil” characters are the most interesting — I guess they need something to keep us from cheering for them (HAH!).

Brad, you are and will always be a tool.  And just so you know where I’m coming from…

And, WOW! Jonah is a hottie! If I lived in the hell-that-is-LuannWorld, I’d only want to consort with all the “bad people” in it.  Evidently, any male with facial hair and/Or doesn’t sport a 1950’s short haircut/brushcut is anathema to Evans the Great:

And while this may be pounding on an equine’s rotting corpse, it sure beats the rotting plot…

Elk…dead.

Evil lobbyist…dead.

And still, I must include this, with very lovely dialog supplied by CC’s Illustrator Steve (he’s not just an illustrator!):

Ah, once more surrounded by the folks he loves most…you, too, Doc, Cherry…

…I’d sit down one day and try to figure out why, when I mash Archie comics, they come out filthy.  A devious attempt to subvert the wholesome youth of the 50s? A pathetic cry to return to those carefree, asexual days?

But then, I think to myself, “It’s not worth worrying about.”

Anyway, if I didn’t put a smarmy spin on it, any number of the jolly folks over at The Comics Curmudgeon would!

Sunday’s was another “let’s all jabber together” panel, that I’ve mashed at least one Halloween before.  And this was intriguing, as Billy and Jeffy were originally gazing upon a bush or shrub or something in full bloom.  Granted it’s still sunny in central and southern Arizona, but a good portion of the U.S. has tasted the cold already, and even snow.

Ah, but it’s always sunny in Snowglobe Valley, isn’t it?

Even Mark, like the potato, has a certain low cunning…

UPDATE: Sadly, I lost interest in the story. Suffice it to say, Johnny shot an elk but didn’t kill it (and refused to track it down so it could be humanely dispatched).  Blah, blah, blah, Johnny was led to believe that ol’ Luddite Mark had recorded incriminating evidence about defrauding the public of forest land, and he ran off to destroy the evidence.  I guess he was looking for a Dumpster or something, but what he found was…

Dun-dun-DUHHHHH!

…the wounded elk!  Who seemed a lot more angry than wounded:

Of course, things never quite end in a tidy fashion, even in Nature:

Oh, gee whiz!  This story can’t have THAT sad of an ending!  It’s just not the American way, or something…

…and no, in spite of all my twisting and turning and mashing and mauling,  that expression on Judge Parker’s face, and his exact quote are Woody Wilson’s, not mine! Ain’t it GREAT?!?? 

Let the games begin!

Squeeeee! (in a completely evil type of way!)

…I can’t not vote for him, and they shouldn’t publish photos like this.