Mom will be so proud
Sally Forth, 8/8/13
Aw — seems like just yesterday she was a cute little fifth-grader, and here she is ruining her first summer romance with a pointless, self-destructive neurotic meltdown. Little Hilary, all grown up!
Barney Google and Snuffy Smith, 8/8/13
Wait! Tell us more about this “Charlie” player, cutting a wide swath through the maidens of Hootin’ Holler with his smooth talk, fancy ring, and bait-and-switch mating strategy. Is he unaware of the role played by firearms in his community’s courtship rituals?
Or perhaps Hootin’ Holler’s ancestral wimminfolk cobbled together their own ritual from scraps of Sadie Hawkins Day and Musical Chairs, in which eligible wimmin pass the ring down from one to another as one by one they wed, until at last the final maiden is doomed to wear it as she weds the Final Feller — the Feller No One Wants.
Yes, that must be it, judging from the look of shock, horror, and despair on Ginny’s face — it’s exactly how Loweezy looked wearing the ring at her own weddin’ a generation ago.
Mary Worth, 8/8/13
Swimming! Hiking! Stretching! A life of petty intrusiveness requires constant discipline. Not for the weak!
Herb and Jamaal, 8/8/13
Jamaal lives every day as though it were his last, and reeks so bad everyone around him wishes it were theirs.
— Uncle Lumpy