Ain’t it amazing to see elderly, balding Senators so exuberant about the future rather than living in the stodgy old past…damn those Good Old Days, anyway!
“The keys to victory”? What does that mean? Or what is it supposed to mean? I don’t lead that sheltered a life that I think I might’ve missed that idiom.
Ah, well…as it’s been pointed out so many times, before, “Forget it; it’s Funkytown.”.
I wonder why the editors only ran the first two panels of these fine strips.
You know, Rex Morgan, M.D.:
And Mary Worth, Professional Buttinsky:
And meanwhile, somewhere in the Lower Sonoran Desert…
(Thanks to CC’s queek, for the very peculiar photograph!)
Yeah. So it looks like an E ticket ride at Disneyland. You wish.
All my favorite serial comics. Nothing going on in any of them. Zip. Nada. Zilch.
Sooo….we cut ’em apart, toss ’em in a fishbowl, and try to get lucky, like a good, old-fashioned ’60s “key” party.
I don’t know how or why this happened, but Abbey’s mammaries were just so, so out there, I thought they’d gone off on a stroll all by themselves…maybe they were just bored, too.
…when even SHE wonders if she’s “too different” from other kids…well, you know…
Or, as Mark is wont to say, “Speak softly, and carry a big fist!”
While that might be a satisfying round-house to a mere mortal (hat flying, spittle aplenty, man down), sometimes it just isn’t enough for Mark. And boy, June Morgan, Harrassed Mom, just loves that!
Nope, still not done…
It’s Mary Worth to the rescue! No overweight, self-indulgent toad like Pity-Me Aggie is going to get pretty young Shannon fired, not as long as Mary can draw a breath!
And if that weren’t enough, Mary has a boatload of wonderful ideas for improving Pax Wellness Resort. A boatload. And the governing board would be wise to listen. Just sayin’.
