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Marmaduke, 5/23/08

Laughing at Momma was bad enough, but when I laughed at today’s Marmaduke, I knew that I should see a doctor. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I don’t really care for coffee, but would love a piping hot cup of gravy; or maybe it’s the fact that Marmaduke and his female owner look so chipper, while the bipedal man of the house looks like he spent the previous evening unconscious in a gutter after being viciously beaten.

Dennis the Menace, 5/23/08

If Joey and Dennis turn to cannibalism, it could make up for many, many years of non-menacing, I tell you what.

For Better Or Worse, 5/23/08

“Isn’t it nice to see guys express their physical love for one another, so they won’t bother us with their disgusting urges?”

Pluggers, 5/23/08

Hey, pluggers! If you spent a little time thinking about your appearance, maybe someone might want to have sex with you! Just a suggestion.

This entry was posted on Friday, May 23, 2008 at 11:37 am and is filed under Dennis the Menace, For Better or for Worse, Marmaduke, Pluggers.

88 responses to “Friday quickies”

Little A. of The Bronx Jungle Patrol
May 23rd, 2008 at 11:41 am [Reply]

Curtis: this Curtis thread or whatever had potential, I thought it would at least run till Saturday, and then it’s dropped! I thought that at least Michelle would hear about his infected hang nail, or his acne, or something funny like that. But no. Too bad
Cheeky Wee Monkeys
May 23rd, 2008 at 11:42 am [Reply]

Considering Pluggers
a) travel in packs
b) eat all sorts of horrible things, wouldn’t they be going to funerals a lot? Or maybe Pluggers can’t die, which makes their existence much, much worse.
Little A. of The Bronx Jungle Patrol
May 23rd, 2008 at 11:42 am [Reply]

And didn’t anybody like my limerick, yesterday? What’s wrong with a little scatological “humor”? It’s all over the funnies, these days.
Perky Bird
May 23rd, 2008 at 11:47 am [Reply]

FOOB–Is Mike sitting on a hover-ottoman in that first panel? I don’t know how else to explain that shadow under it.

By the way, Mike, if you’re still squatting on ottmans/beanbags at a coffee table, it shows you can’t even afford a proper dinette set or proper armchairs with side tables, and therefore, you haven’t “made it”!
vkbceb
May 23rd, 2008 at 11:49 am [Reply]

In Mary Worth, Dr.Jeff now has a coffee mug surgically attached to his elbow. (Panel 1)
Sam\\\'s Mommy
May 23rd, 2008 at 11:55 am [Reply]

“I don’t really care for coffee, but would love a piping hot cup of gravy”

I just drank a cup of gravy last week, so I don’t find that strange at all… but I’m pregnant, so that’s my excuse.
Squeak
May 23rd, 2008 at 11:55 am [Reply]

Apartment 3G could learn from Marmaduke: That’s how to draw people high on dope!
A Lemur
May 23rd, 2008 at 11:59 am [Reply]

MW:

“WE have to talk? Jeff, Jeff, Jeff. Poor sad, sad deluded Jeff. Your pathetic attempts at assertiveness ARE amusing, somewhat reminiscent of the last twitch of a fly before succumbing to the bite of the spider, but sadly no, we have to face facts. All the ‘meddle’ has gone out of our relationship. You are a sad, pathetic, wasted shell of a man, stripped of any shred of self-respect, whipped like a cur, whining piteously for even the hint of what passes for sex in our relationship. –No, don’t interrupt when I am castrating you, it’s rude – while Ron, now there’s a man I can ‘counsel’. Oh how we’ve ‘counseled’, we’ve ‘counseled’ in every room of this apartment. In fact, I’ve ridden him like a jockey whipping her mount to a Derby win right where you’re sitting. Go on, beg me for a scrap of my attention with your feeble suggestion for the ‘bumboat’ while I tell you of Roy’s version of the ‘bumboat’, and watch the last of your self-esteem be ground beneath my heel. It warms my heart, it really does. Well, my work here is done. Here’s a bottom of cheap rum and the keys to your car, I think you know where to go from here. “
PeteMoss
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:01 pm [Reply]

Interesting, Josh. I happen to love pot roast, or mash potatoes and meatloaf dripping with Starbuck’s French Roast or even Folgers Instant. With room for cream.
Anonymous
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:02 pm [Reply]

I wish I was Weed, so I could be the one delivering that WHAK!in panel 3.
insolenttomato
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:07 pm [Reply]

Marmaduke: I look at Marmaduke’s male owner and I totally think “coke bender.” Maybe that’s why his wife and dog are both so chipper; they’ve already done their morning lines and are all set to compete in the Hipster Olympics (I’d link to it, but my work internet blocks youtube, so go there yourself and search “hipster olympics”).

DtM: Mr. Wilson’s head in repose looks like a mutant version of one of those “my wife/my mother-in-law” optical illusions. Seriously; it’s drawn in like eighteen-point perspective.

FooB: Is Mike kicking Weed in the crotch in panel three? If so, I hope Weed’s the top. No more DL man-on-man action for you, Pattersaint!

Pluggers: Considering She-Plugger’s “My, how dapper you were . . . once,” Pluggers are also masters of the back-handed, passive-aggressive compliment.
Gal Friday
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:08 pm [Reply]

Worst breakfast I ever had was vegetable soup with crackers–served by my grandma’s nurse.
Gal Friday
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:08 pm [Reply]

MW: I think Mary and Jeff are headed to a relationship time out! How delish.
boojum
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:18 pm [Reply]

No love for the third panel of today’s FOOB?

In celebration of their current economic success, Weeds delivers an apparently solid, if limp-wristed, “WHAK” to Michael’s gifted, perfect jaw. Michael responds by bringing his leg up through the plane of the coffee tale and kicks his friends in the ‘nads. (By the way, I’m going to assume this is the first use in the comics, or anywhere else, of “BOOT” as a sound effect.)

If it weren’t for that sound, I’d assume we were being treated to a shadowy depiction of some Serious Footsie. In any case, it sets up the final two panels of reciprocal noogies, with dry humping.

I’m a guy, and I know we’re supposed to be chronically constipated when it comes to expressing affection. But seriously. I don’t do this.
RaJ
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:21 pm [Reply]

“My, honey… remember when we took this whole ‘pretending to be human beings, not merely hideous man-beasts’ thing seriously?”
JP (not Judge Parker)
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:22 pm [Reply]

FOOB: When Weed says “begging for laundry money,” I hope he means panhandling.
D.A. Pennington
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:22 pm [Reply]

FOOB: What would complete today’s panel is if Colleen and Deana started “hugging” each other . . . in ways only two woman can “hug” each other.

Boom-chaka-wa-wa.
Kate
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:24 pm [Reply]

14, boojum — wasn’t it Elly who made sounds rendered as “measure measure measure”?
JP (not Judge Parker)
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:25 pm [Reply]

Also, Beetle could take a cue from Marmaduke today. Sarge would probably like a cup of gravy, I think.
Revenge of Chesnut
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:26 pm [Reply]

Today’s Marmaduke gives a peek into the moments preceding a vicious attack on the dog by his homicidal owner-man. This is the last time his wife gets up early to make gourmet, home-cooked gravy for that goddamn canine menace, leaving him to stew his own shitty instant coffee. The LAST TIME. And why is she always serving him with dishes that require opposable thumbs to use? I’M your husband, for god’s sake!
RaJ
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:28 pm [Reply]

Whoever was wondering how Lynn could possibly continue greasing the plot wheels, look no further than the oil reserve trapped in Weed’s hair. That boy’s scalp looks like the Middle East. And I’m not just saying that because I dream of him and Michael getting hit with a missile, although, wink.
RaJ
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:33 pm [Reply]

Marmaduke sees, in the gravy’s reflection, the assassin kneeling on the top of the cupboard, shotgun pointed at his head. Marmaduke’s owner silently dares Marmaduke to say a fucking word. That’s silly, of course. Marmaduke is a dog.
RaJ
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:35 pm [Reply]

… and that’s when the lamp ate Dennis and Joey. Or it would have, if Stephen King hadn’t woken up, covered in sweat.
bats :[
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:47 pm [Reply]

DtM: I’d just like to think that Dennis is going to smother Mr. Wilson with a pillow first before getting the snack, just to be on the safe side.
Hm. Must be time to watch I, Claudius again — getting withdrawals.

Marmaduke: I don’t think that’s too far-fetched. There’s always a pot of hot gravy brewing at the Pattersons…
Roadchick
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:48 pm [Reply]

You know you’re a Plugger when you use the word “dapper” to describe someone’s appearance.
No Boxcar, Slylock
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:49 pm [Reply]

Curtis has slowly become the most surreal strip on the page. I didn’t even bat an eyelash at Curtis and Gunk high-fiving over Curtis’ finally pooping out Gunk’s magical muffin, a scenario I couldn’t envision from any other strip beside Mary Worth.
queek
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:50 pm [Reply]

Lio: “I think she’s manga” made my day.

Mutts made me lol. “unplugged” indeed.

RwO has it backwards. Loldoggies are on I has a hotdog, cheezeburgers are for lolcats.
js
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:51 pm [Reply]

I took Phil (he is Phil, right?), I took Phil’s expression in Marmaduke to be the despondent realization that Marmaduke has replaced him as the man of the house, his wife scurrying to sate all of that damned dog’s needs while he drinks tap water mixed with Sanka.
bats :[
May 23rd, 2008 at 12:55 pm [Reply]

Oh, heck, something silly, maybe for the long weekend (and because it’s snowing in several parts of Arizona even as I type this…):
http://www.flickr.com/photos/9545446@N07/2514971001/
But wait, there’s more!
http://www.flickr.com/photos/9545446@N07/2514892166/sizes/o/
Kate
May 23rd, 2008 at 1:03 pm [Reply]

Dear bats :[,

I love you.

Sincerely,
Kate.
Valis74
May 23rd, 2008 at 1:08 pm [Reply]

FOOB: Oh the shame of missd opportunity. The last panel should have Deanna saying “It’s always interesting being married to a hermaphrodite!”
Astroboy
May 23rd, 2008 at 1:15 pm [Reply]

With PatterSaint and Weed expressing the love that dare not speak it’s name, it’s no wonder Dee walks around with that zombified expression all the time. Pent-up frustration. Hopefully, Colleen will come to her…uh…”rescue” soon.
McManx
May 23rd, 2008 at 1:17 pm [Reply]

Marmaduke — The dismayed look on Marmaduke’s snout suggests he’s thinking “I don’t have opposable thumbs…just what does this fucking bitch think I going to do with this cup.”

Dennis — Maybe Mr. Wilson has a tazer concealed under his pillow and he’s about to give these little bastards the shock of their lives.

FOOB — Panel three looks as if Weed bitch-slapped Michael and in response Michael kicked him in the nuts. An overture to the gay sex in the last panel if ever there was one.

Pluggers — “You’re a plugger if you catch your wife masturbating over the 30 year old wedding photo of you in your leisure suit.”
TeamCorndog
May 23rd, 2008 at 1:26 pm [Reply]

Oh God, I laughed at Marmaduke too. What a dark day.
I’ve actually had discussions with people about how great it would be if 7-11 had a gravy dispenser right next to the slushy machine. mmmmm…gravy Big Gulp.
wicked-witch-west
May 23rd, 2008 at 1:42 pm [Reply]

I can’t believe the idea that Mike is latently gay hasn’t occurred to me before. No wonder Lawrence needed to disappear off the face of the earth after he came out.

Boot!
El Santo
May 23rd, 2008 at 1:43 pm [Reply]

You gravy drinkers are sick. Sick, sick, sick.
El Santo
May 23rd, 2008 at 1:45 pm [Reply]

#35: That’s because we’re all still having a hard time believing he is, in fact, a male.
Rizbon
May 23rd, 2008 at 1:52 pm [Reply]

FOOB has really identified the most frustrating part of being young and living hand-to-mouth. Rent, food, electricity, transportation, toilet paper: no sweat. But quarters for the laundromat? For that, you have to go a-begging.
Lisa
May 23rd, 2008 at 1:55 pm [Reply]

Anyone remember Boot To The Head? It was on Dr. Demento a while back.
anthom
May 23rd, 2008 at 2:08 pm [Reply]

Marmaduke’s male owner = artist’s rendering of a living, breathing Tom Waits song.
B
May 23rd, 2008 at 2:13 pm [Reply]

My uncle was married in a leisure suit. And the next time he got dressed up after that was at his daughter’s wedding. I guess that makes him a plugger.
trey le parc
May 23rd, 2008 at 2:14 pm [Reply]

I’m tired of DtM, too, and I suspect Hank Ketchum had more Chas Addams in him than the soulless automaton who churns out what currently is supposed to pass for “menace”.
Wolf Shepherd
May 23rd, 2008 at 2:15 pm [Reply]

I am totally fascinated with the latest storyline in Dick Tracy. Of course, the storyline that is playing in my headmay be slightly different from the one that is playing in the newspapers.
NightRaven
May 23rd, 2008 at 2:22 pm [Reply]

Don’t worry, boojum, nobody does this, ever!
There’s not even anything to start this “bout”, it’s the most random thing I’ve ever seen in this strip so far….
But “boot” is a sound effect I’ve seen used many places, I like sound effects like that, “kick” “fall” “trip over dog” and similar. It’s often used in mangas.
Rigelthekent
May 23rd, 2008 at 2:40 pm [Reply]

Apologies if this has been mentioned before, and it has absolutely nothing to do with anything, but am I the only one who thinks that Weed looks a lot like Geddy Lee?
Alfred Jarry
May 23rd, 2008 at 2:43 pm [Reply]

I have written a new play entitled “The Funnies This Week.” I feel that it is a surrealistic masterpiece. I present to you now Act I, Scene I of “The Funnies This Week”:

On a bare stage, two characters emerge. GILTHORP, a nature columnist in a chicken suit, and THE VULTURE, a gifted Canadian Author and part-time super-villain.

GILTHORP: I live on a farm, I don’t get parking tickets. Squirrell Squatters in my tree fort!

VULTURE: His grieving seems protracted.

GILTHORP: I DON’T KNOW what you’re talking about! My how dapper you were…once.

VULTURE: All these images, all this dialogue, pounding around inside your mind.

GILTHORP: Sorry about this, I wanted to surprise you!

VULTURE: Wow. This dope is super- I feel great! Let’s go look at the art!

GILTHORP: How do you come up with this stuff? I mean, you look like a normal guy, but you come up with these ideas!

VULTURE: How many socks do I need to wear daddy’s shoes? Curtis Wilkins, age 10, suffered from explosive diarrhea. It’s a tear-down all right, but the lot will be perfect.

GILTHORP: So you’re saying we jumped ahead, only to land right back where we started.

VULTURE: And that makes us the lucky ones.

GILTHORP: So what have you learned?

VULTURE: Absolutely NOTHING!!

Curtain.
junk science
May 23rd, 2008 at 2:46 pm [Reply]

The third FOOB panel is cracking me up. I keep imagining it as an Airplane!-style scene.

Weed: And now we’re doing OK! *waits a beat, slaps Michael across the face*

Michael: Yeah! we’re doing OK! *waits a beat, shoves the table aside with his foot to kick Weed in the balls, producing a loud, dull thud*

Other patrons: *look on dumbly*
Wolf Shepherd
May 23rd, 2008 at 2:50 pm [Reply]

Hereis yet another version of today’s menacing Dennis.
teenchy
May 23rd, 2008 at 2:53 pm [Reply]

Marmaduke has given me the urge for some red-eye gravy.
Wolf Shepherd
May 23rd, 2008 at 3:03 pm [Reply]

I can’t stop. Hereis yet another Dennis the Menace rendition.

I don’t know if anyone else is enjoying this, but I am cracking myself up.
Holy Prepuce
May 23rd, 2008 at 3:12 pm [Reply]

Yeah, but what is it with the Foobs always having to natter on about their economic security? Weren’t Elly & John just congratulating themselves for their excellent retirement savings a couple of weeks back?

My theory: as Lynn Johnson’s real life is turned upside down by her husband’s abandonment, she inflates in importance–and projects onto her fictional alter egos–the one form of security she retains: oodles of cash from the FBOFW franchise.
Stij
May 23rd, 2008 at 3:16 pm [Reply]

Am I the only one who thinks Mike is delivering a flying judo kick in panel 3? ‘Cause that’s what it looks like. Either that, or his foot has somehow teleported through the coffee table.
Little Guy
May 23rd, 2008 at 3:25 pm [Reply]

39: The Frantics? Heck, yeah! Both “Last Will and Temperment” and “Tai Kwan Leep”.

FOOB and GA: Which couple will get laid faster?

Curtis: We still have Saturday. There’s going to be a lot of static noise from the sewers.

MT: One punch and he fesses up. Feh. I’m still impressed with Gloria’s FoJ. She disarmed a terrista and saved four three lives.
Shoshi
May 23rd, 2008 at 3:33 pm [Reply]

FOOB – Mike MUST be on the suggested hover-ottoman, because how else could he move around the table to kick Weed? Cause he sure couldn’t just up and kick him *over* the table…could he?
Bobdog
May 23rd, 2008 at 3:40 pm [Reply]

More copy-editing help for Lynn –

Michael: I know I’ve owed you that money ~~We’ve been friends~~ for a long time, Weed

Weed: I’m guessing it’s like 13 years

Michael: But you gotta Remember ~~? We were~~ I’m so totally so broke! I’m still live .~~.. Living~~ in that dingy apartment [Willing suspension of disbelief will only take you so far, Lynn -- let’s try and be more realistic about Michael’s financial situation - ed.]

Weed: Are you Begging for ~~laundry~~ money again?… eat~~ing beans~~ shit you asshole!

Weed: ~~And now we’re doing okay!~~ I want my money back! [your dialogue is not in keeping with the action - ed.]

Michael: ~~Yeah! We’re doing~~ OK! OK!

Deanna: ~~Isn’t it nice to see guys hug?~~ I wish I wasn’t married to such a loser. [This character is very one-dimensional -- you need to round her out more and make her more believable -- ed.]
Shoshi
May 23rd, 2008 at 3:44 pm [Reply]

45 – Geddy Lee 30 years younger, maybe.
Tracey
May 23rd, 2008 at 3:56 pm [Reply]

Does this mean that Lynn is planning to come back to some sort of relevant form by having Mike and Weed go all Jack & Ennis on us? The thought makes me giddy and nauseous at the same time.
AbFoob
May 23rd, 2008 at 4:19 pm [Reply]

Mike & Weed will soon be wrestling in gravy. Are there ‘gravy bags’ in Canada?
Brick Bradford
May 23rd, 2008 at 4:30 pm [Reply]

Gal Friday–My worst breakfast was canned spaghetti on dry white toast. The English are a baffling people, sometimes.
bats :[
May 23rd, 2008 at 4:31 pm [Reply]

39. Lisa: I didn’t realize that The Frantics’ routine started out as a TV skit:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5kGUW6M7W0

There was also a similar skit, Tae Kwan Leap
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GX7OcXTyIwE&feature=related

So, who are you interested in booting (as if I couldn’t guess)?
A Lemur
May 23rd, 2008 at 5:12 pm [Reply]

Alfred Jarry,

Brilliant! One of your best works since Ubu Roi! A masterpiece of abusurdist theatre! Salut.
Nekrotzar
May 23rd, 2008 at 5:14 pm [Reply]

FOOB: (Read with a French accent) Here ve see ze North American Humanoid engaged in a life-or-death struggle, so typical of zis species, to determine ze dominant male. Ze winner vill claim all of ze tribe’s females, vile ze loser vill be forced to abandon ze territory and attempt to establish a tribe of his own, or, more likely, die of exposure.

Pluggers: Ibid.
dimestore lipstick
May 23rd, 2008 at 5:20 pm [Reply]

bats :[ @29 and Alfred Jarry @46–
For your excellence:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TylvUGJIi_w
Trilobite
May 23rd, 2008 at 5:46 pm [Reply]

I don’t think Marmaduke’s female owner looks chipper nearly as much as she looks drunk off her ass. Something about her wobbly-looking posture (and wobbly-looking face, for that matter) just screams “I’ve been plastered since yesterday morning!”

And maybe that’s why her husband looks so disheveled and bitter: Mrs. Marmaduke-owner kept right on drinking even after he passed out, and so there’s no booze left to cushion his massive hangover.
Islamorada Girl
May 23rd, 2008 at 5:55 pm [Reply]

Actually, Marmaduke’s owner looks terrifyingly like Johnny Depp.
Donald The Anarchist
May 23rd, 2008 at 6:05 pm [Reply]

DTM Oh, Mr. Wilson, you clever pedophile you! First they eat the NyQuil soaked ‘cookies’, then they look in your pockets for spare change. Be careful, or one of these days Martha will fix the hole in that pocket, and the game will be ruined!

Marmaduke I have a feeling Marm’s owner knows JUST how the dog and his wife “start their day,” if you get my drift. Headache my ASS!!!
Crankenstank
May 23rd, 2008 at 6:07 pm [Reply]

Lynn Johnston’s understanding of male bonding seems to be roughly equivalent to that of the ALGU 3000’s understanding of human anatomy, or Ziggy’s sartorial selection algorithm. There’s a basic knowledge of a few basic constructions that somehow gets completely lost in the transformation from germinal idea to ink blot, resulting in, for example, the representation of horseplay as a bizarre form of fist-sniffing fetishism that I will have to Google in order to find out what the heck to call it. A Filthy Patterson? A Weed Whacker? FOOB Delight?
Orange Doorhinge
May 23rd, 2008 at 6:12 pm [Reply]

Here is my Dennis TM version:
http://i249.photobucket.com/albums/gg205/fozzetti/DTM5-23.jpg
Mumbles
May 23rd, 2008 at 6:17 pm [Reply]

#38: No kidding, Rizbon. It would have been more interesting if they begged for beans and ate laundry money. That would at least imply that Weed is living up to his nickname.

That said, he’s always struck me as a fake hipster. I bet our Weed has had his share of getting punch-high smoking oregano as snickering classmates egg him on.
Mumbles
May 23rd, 2008 at 6:32 pm [Reply]

Hey, is that a Whore painting hanging in Weed’s living room a la the Whore painting Chez Caine? I wonder if it’s a series. Like the Dogs Playing Poker oevre.
Sorako-chan
May 23rd, 2008 at 6:53 pm [Reply]

Man, Hitler-dude looks pissed. I’m kinda unnerved by the slightly Code Geass look he’s giving the canine there. Watch out Marmaduke, or you’ll be pointing a gun at your head soon! Don’t make eye-contact!
Brick Bradford
May 23rd, 2008 at 7:22 pm [Reply]

MW I think we all know where the Dr. Jeff/Ron/Mary thing is going–Dr. Jeff will wind up feeling like a selfish baby and make an abject apology while Mary is all at once forgiving and smug and superior. Give up now Jeff, you ain’t a gonna win this one, either.

Hey Mare, they got these things called counselors now–who are actually trained to help people in emotional pain.
Bill Wright
May 23rd, 2008 at 7:22 pm [Reply]

DtM: Little do Joey and Dennis realize that Mrs. Wilson has baked George some of her “special” cookies. In tomorrow’s panel, we see the two stumbling through the Wilson house. “Wow, these cookies are super,” exclaims Dennis. “Let’s go look at the art!”
bats :[
May 23rd, 2008 at 7:31 pm [Reply]

74. Bill Wright: even worse, when dinner time rolls around, the kids won’t be whining about wanting only dessert…they’ll be really, really happy to see a nice chicken on the table.
(Maybe Alice can borrow a certain tight green dressing gown…)
BigTed
May 23rd, 2008 at 8:45 pm [Reply]

You know you’re a Plugger when you read about Marmaduke enjoying a cup of gravy and realize that you had the same breakfast as a 200-pound dog. Then it suddenly occurs to you that you ARE a 200-pound dog.
Judo Throw Toy
May 23rd, 2008 at 9:37 pm [Reply]

Pluggers and sex? Ugh! The thought makes me want to foob.
superserious
May 23rd, 2008 at 10:17 pm [Reply]

So exactly how long does it take for grieving to become protracted? Didn’t they just leave the funeral home? And this is in MW time, I bet they haven’t even filled in the grave yet.
Daijinryuu
May 23rd, 2008 at 10:56 pm [Reply]

Today’s Pluggers would be a lot better if they just up and admitted it and replaced “leisure suit” with “fursuit.”
Rizbon
May 23rd, 2008 at 11:31 pm [Reply]

#69 – Oh, yeah – Weed undoubtedly squandered much laundry money on fake drugs… He and 3-G’s Alan should be roommates. Dealers everywhere would hyperventilate from mirth.
Death to the FOOBS!
May 24th, 2008 at 12:13 am [Reply]

Has this rasslin’, ticklin’, gigglin’ Foobishness ever really happened anywhere to anyone? Ever? (chirping crickets)

The ladies look ready to drink the poison Koolaid.
Tess
May 24th, 2008 at 1:05 am [Reply]

The look on that male-plugger’s face is just…. so heart wrenching. It reminds me of my own short spiral on this mortal coil.
HammerOfTheCarps
May 24th, 2008 at 1:06 am [Reply]

Marmaduke – I’m not so much bothered by a gravy slurping Marmaduke as I am by his owner Phil. Egads the old boy looks like a strung out John Holmes getting in late from a coke bender. He’s been partying with the folks of Apartment 3-G again.
HammerOfTheCarps
May 24th, 2008 at 1:10 am [Reply]

FOOB – Michael and ‘Weed” recall their impoverished Salad days of turning tricks/crisco wrestling to pay the rent.
Scottius
May 24th, 2008 at 1:51 am [Reply]

Please be transitioning Dennis the Menace into Dennis the Brain Eating Zombie. I don’t ask for much, but please, there really needs to be more zombies on the funny pages.
Lolsworth
May 24th, 2008 at 7:53 am [Reply]

Wait, what’s going on in FOOB there? I haven’t been paying that much attention, but it seems to me that these two just start nonchalantly beating the crap out of each other for no apparent reason..
kingklash
May 24th, 2008 at 1:12 pm [Reply]

Now, that’s the way to jump-start one’s day! Because you’ll need your home de-fib unit right after. Makes my heart go pit-a-pat, and then it seizes up.
Muffaroo (back!)
May 24th, 2008 at 5:33 pm [Reply]

Meta: The recent plotlines in Spider-Man and Dick Tracy might be a trend just starting. Look for Mark Trail to get cornered by a two grizzlies, only to be saved when one of them develops a crush on Cherry; expect The Phantom to get bailed out of a tight situation when the villain’s henchman gets a sweet-on for the entire distaff contingent of Jungle Patrol.

Meanwhile, in Spider-Man, Peter Parker is finally going to meet another costumed character he can relate to: Cable Man!

RaJ @22 – It’s funny you should mention assassins, because I was thinking that if Winslow cleaned up a bit, he could be John Wilkes Booth downing a last bit of liquid courage before his historic moment.

trey le parc @42 – I like the art in DtM, but it did strike me as funny that the current artist’s signature is warped to resemble Ketcham’s somewhat. Freaky.

GA – This chef kitty thing is interesting. To me, it’s a possible glimpse of what Scancarelli would be drawing if he wasn’t committed to making himself draw in the house style for the strip he’s doing.
anonymous
May 24th, 2008 at 8:15 pm [Reply]

Marmaduke: The only thing this particular panel is missing is Mrs. Marmaduke’s legs. With her fat calves and toothpick ankles. GOD! How I hate her toothpick ankles. I don’t know why, but a red cloud of rage descends and I hatehatehate her toothpick ankles.

Plugger: As I noted yesterday, I am, unfortunately, a Plugger. Today is no different. Still married to a Plugger, too.

Worst breakfast I ever had: all of them. I don’t do food in the a.m. and then be expected to actually do anything – work, hike, clean house – other than go directly back to bed…..ok, back in my drinking days: a huge swallow or two of vodka. Enjoyable for about a half an hour, followed by misery for about two days

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