Friday is for ladies who deserve better
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Crock, 10/25/24
Of all the characters in the comics, few are subject to as much indignity as Crock’s Grossie. I mean, forgetting the fact that she’s named “Grosse” and married to a guy named “Maggot,” we must also keep in mind that she’s a colonial subject, and while she’s usually depicted as fairly fiesty and independent, she is also, like her nation, under the heel of the French and must obey their whims. Not sure what’s worse for her here: that she had to participate in the operation of this sham restaurant that’s been set up as part of an elaborate bit about what a bad cook she is, or that she’s probably going to be killed by her own countrymen when they storm the fort, just because she’s in the way.
Rex Morgan, M.D., 10/25/24
Hey, remember when Wanda first showed up in this strip, as a waitress who was flirting with Mud Mountain Murphy, but then Mud turned out to be kind of an asshole who pretended to shit his pants on stage, so she hooked up with Truck instead, because he was her only other option? Well, now that Mud’s been brainwashed by a con artist, who accidentally made him a better person in the process, Wanda seems eager to get Mud back into her and Truck’s lives. What I’m saying is, I look forward to discovering if Rex Morgan, M.D., can make polyamory boring.
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RMMD:
Across the street at a competing nightclub, resourceful and enterprising ne’er-do-well Rene Belluso dons a cowboy hat and a fake beard, bills himself as “Peat Prominence Patrick,” and unabashedly rips off Truck’s and Mud’s sets with his playlist, sending the Trigger Finger Tour spiraling into oblivion.
The End.
It looks like Mud’s album is called “Mud in Your Eye?” Honestly, that’s great. No irony, that rules. I hope he has a whole discography of mud pun titles, like “Clear as Mud” or “Happy as a Pig in Mud” or his post-cancellation album, “Drag My Name Through the Mud.”
FC-“Just getting rid of some evidence.”
MW-Estelle will apologize to Ed because apparently her only other option for a man is Wilbur.
Crock is embarking on a crossover with Shoe.
The winner? Roz’s Roost, by
a knockoutcomparison.RMMD-“We can’t let Mud sign all the autographs because we need the money the autographs bring in.”
RMMD: Can Truck sign autographs? I thought his hurt hand was a big deal.
RMMD: Wanda harbors a hankering for Mud and his ten working fingers. She’s up for a little on the side – as long as she doesn’t have to feed him afterward.
MW: The vet’s office is in for another show when Estelle bursts in to discover Ed nose-to-butt with a middle-aged Maltipoo mom.
H&L: Lois is stunned. People don’t LIKE to rake leaves? Flagston men DON’T avoid chores like The Plague? Lois is stoned.
@Dan: It’s a great title, but I’m concerned about what the cover art might look like. How, exactly, is Mud getting in your eye?
Crock: Funny that they don’t use the word ‘discouraged’ or even ‘disgusted’, but ‘helpless’. Apparently Grossie’s cooking is so bad that just the smell will cause these troops to lose all bodily function and just collapse to the ground like infants. It’s literally biological warfare, is what I’m saying.
RMMD I’m sorry, is the name of Mud’s album “4 your Eye”? Surely it’s for your …ears? And if it were for my eye, why can’t I use both? No, nothing about this adds up at all….
RMMD: Truck grows suspicious of Mud’s new sound when he sees one less guitar pick on Wanda’s necklace.
RMMD:
“As you can see from the expression on my face in the first panel, Wanda, I still don’t completely trust that Mud feller. I still think he might want to try to lure ya into one of them there retracatable cots of his.”
“You mean…”
“Yep. A Murphy bed!”
(Appropriately named) Crock – So…it’s like some sort of pita pocket filled with shit? TGIF….
RMMD – Who’s Lyour Eye? Some intellectual property attorney….
Adios Amigos, DJ.
RMMD – “We can’t let Mud sign ALL the autographs! You can forge Mud’s signature, right?”
Don Abundio, translated:
“Baby, I’m crazy about you, I’d do anything for you, just name it, I’ll do anything at all…”
“Good. Why don’t you drop dead?”
“I think she’s starting to warm up to me”
Crock: Talk about anachronisms, since when does a French colonial subject cook British food?
Luann – No doubt Stef will misunderstand the abbreviation of the letters on the Back Judge. Hilarity will ensue when the penalty flag is used for a jizz towel.
Crock: Look, Crock, we know you want to lay claim to all the lazy mean-spirited domestic stereotypes, but you don’t just get to have both “Grossie is an overweight glutton” and “Grossie’s food is disgusting and indigestible.”
JP: Is that it, then? Story over? Nah. Maybe there will be another break before Declan returns, but it’s very unlikely this is really the end. Marciuliano likes to humiliate his punching bags a lot more than this.
Luann: Remember earlier this year when Bets and Tiffany jointly created a business around meeting, diagnosing, and assisting people with undesirable personalities? No. No, you do not remember that. Bets and Tiffany want nothing to do with such people, and never would. Why would you even suggest otherwise?
DT: Why is a guest writer allowed to use an entire week to make up irrelevant setting lore no one will ever care about and no future writer will ever acknowledge? And thus enabled, why would said writer choose to make this lore so generic and shallow? Come on, at least make this place haunted by the ghost of someone who died in a terrible backpack-strap accident or something.
Yes, this will render them helpless… three at a time! Surely they will all wait patiently in line for food that their compatriots will, to a man, audibly opine is terrible, and none of them will simply walk around this undefended little hut to, like, the front door! Also, are we implying that Grossie lives in the hut? That the hut is her home? Where she’s cooking the meals? For an entire army? I just hope those guys on the tower understand that the enemy isn’t taking their diarrhea home with them, is all I’m saying.
FC: It’s actually a ploy to fool Mr. Crankshaft. I’ll teach tht old bastard not to steal candy from my lunch. I’ve got one of Barfy’s turds in a Snickers wrapper.
DtM: Wilson gets one step closer to discovering the source of his impotence.
A generous reading of Crock would be that Grossie’s cooking is so good the enemy will lay down their weapons and enjoy a feast of instead. Until one remembers that this is Crock and a generous reading is that it was written by a hack instead of a lazy hack.
Crock: As it happens, I stopped for lunch the other day at a family restaurant run by an extended Albanian clan. It was good, even though they screwed up my club sandwich and had no lemon meringue pie. As I was going out, the matriarch was coming in. She resembled Grossie more than is polite to tell you, and she gave me a very suspicious look as she lumbered by the car. Albanian, Algerian, whatever, it’s Ya-Ya’s withering glare that’ll kill you, not the food!
Grossie’s costume does mark her as a North African woman but this raises the question, what is Maggot? I meant this as “Is he another legionnaire or a civilian colonist or something” but “human or weeble or eldritch horror sent to scour us” also works.
MW: The self-flogging will continue until morale improves.
CS: The “no box seats” joke yesterday was funnier. For today, Batty should have written, “think INSIDE the box.” It’s not that funny, but at least it makes sense.
FC: Highly unlikely.
Frazz: I like how Mrs. Olson is the only one in this strip who outwardly displays her contempt for that little shithead.
@jroggs: On Luann: Well of course they want nothing to do with THESE people, they’re icky, gross, disgusting MEN! Their business was designed for women, specifically women they already know, specifically a frigid, uptight killjoy with glasses and a haircut that looks like a wet mop, and who can’t stop making snide remarks about their ‘best friend’ while living rent-free in their house.
Granted, it’s a very limited market but these days every business needs a niche if they’re going to be competitive!
Pluggers – You’re the writer/artist of Pluggers. There’s a reader submission that mentions hibernation. You’ve got a stable of anthropomorphic animals to choose from. But instead of the bear, you use the dog. I don’t know what the term for you is, but somehow “Plugger” seems too kind.
@MKay: Re: MW, you’re saying that like Stell wouldn’t be absolutely enamored with this development, especially given today’s dialogue…
I choose to think Grossie’s cooking isn’t even bad, the French generals are just snobs who don’t respect any food not found in Escoffier. “You can not put zee cinnamon and zee orange with zee lamb! Zee fruit and zee spice is only for zee pastries! And what eez zis ‘couscous’ you speak of?”
MW: In general I think that Stell was acting like a petulant child throughout most of this story line, but the 180 she has committed to here is absolutely mind-bendingly stupid. She had concerns that were valid to her. And now she’s abandoned all of it.
One thought of Wilbur in a dream…we should see if that kind of thing has power in any other arenas.
H&L: Lois is gobsmacked to hear her lazy teen son whine about doing yardwork.
Pluggers: He must be watching the Browns.
GT: Quit harshing the group mellow, Keri, and just eat the damn food. You can yakk it up later.
JP: Nitwit Neddy isn’t even curious enough to hear Declan’s explanation, even if it is a complete lie. Take your leave and consider this bullet dodged, Declan, and don’t look back.
@Dan:
“Mud in Your Ear” would be better, no?
RMMD. Mud is definitely into the whole polyamory idea. So into it that “Mud in your eye” is a roots country euphemism for bukkake.
DT: Yes, tourists come from all over to get a good look at that famous large clock, which has been broken since 1958.
@matt w: Maggot does look a lot like Wilbur Whateley. I guess that’s why we never see him naked.
@Liam: Maybe Wilbur, having another one of his ‘Wilburman’ disassociative episodes, will wander into the street in front of Eshtelle, causing her to swerve and smash her gargantuan Volvo SUV through the wall of a building where there is a convenient hunky construction worker she can have a ‘meet-cute’ with and has a place out in the country they could escape to…
Y’ever see ‘All that Heaven Allows’?
Snuffy Smiff- “Tell ole ‘I ain’t here’ to get on home.”
Mary Worth- After interminable soul searching and self reflection Stell finally makes it to the vet’s. Finds out it’s closed on weekends. “Damn! Missed it by that much!”
Gil Thorpe- I thought making the scene at the local malt shop was what it was all about.
Phantom- WTF?
@Chance: RM: He wanted to call it “Mud In Your Ass,” but the record label refused.
@The Quiet Man: Luann: Characters in this strip don’t really see the opposite sex as people. This is a perfectly normal attitude, in middle school.
9CL: Pawing her boyfriend in front of his parents is gross, and also kind of middle school.
MW: Jesus, does she have to confront him at his office every damn time? Doesn’t the guy have a home? I guess Moy is just really rubbing our face in the whole “Ed’s work is his life” thing…
JP: how many words did Neddy let Declan speak?
Rex Morgan: I like how even in the delusion world of Rex Morgan where Truck is worshiped like some kind of god, Beatty can’t help but admit that in real life someone like Mud would be vastly more well-liked and popular, pants-shitting or no.
On a related note, I’d like to point out that for all the hell the characters give Mud for said fake-shitting incident, they never actually had any proof whatsoever that Mud was faking anything or had any real ulterior motives to his actions. They just assumed as much and Mud was like “whatever”. Really makes the way it’s hung over the strip like it was on-par with a murder or something even more weird and pathetic.
Crock: I know this is supposed to be an outdated “women who can’t cook, amirite fellas?” joke, but if you squint a little it could be a “savage foreigners and their weird food, amirite? (said the French occupiers who eat snails and calf’s heads)” joke.
RMMD: What a foolish question, Josh. Rex Morgan can make anything boring. This is the strip where a con artist tried to kill a man by shoving him off a cruise ship, fell into the water himself, was rescued by the man he tried to kill, then staged a daring escape from the ship’s brig and it was about as interesting as seeing your least favorite aunt going over the pictures from her Carnival cruise to Ensenada.
@mstgator: He has no home; at the end of the day he just cuts open the largest animal put down that day and crawls inside for heat, like Luke on Hoth.
C’shaft: I mean, what’s more scary than “this random weird who dresses up in pizza boxes is one of our few friends and our only financial backer”?
DT: Kind of a boring clock, honestly. What are those things on the dial? Horses? Foxes? Fox-horses?
GT: Please, like Dorothy and/or Leo wouldn’t be filming this to post on TikTok later.
JP: “You’ve served your purpose for this story, now go!”
MT: No, no, Cherry, it’s crazy cat lady. The term isn’t copyrighted or anything.
MW: “How could I have asked Ed to examine his unhealthy habits instead of enabling them?”
Phantom: That’s…that’s not what “hallucination” means when we’re talking about…oh never mind.
RMMD: Comic books, roots country, giant roadside attractions and now a potential throuple. Truly, “Rex Morgan” is the most cutting edge comic being published today. Suck it, “Gasoline Alley!”
When the Mud hits your eye like a pineapple pizza pie that’s a Murphy….
and that rumbling you hear is Dean Martin turning in his grave demanding a vodka martini.
Why doesn’t Crock just go for it and have her open an Arby’s?wasn’t that a meme, back when this was written, about how bad their food is?
DT – The Urie-Pounds Building, famous for its enormous clock. Dick Tracy, famous for his enormous… Glock!
Dirk Twacy : Ah,yes, the.iconic Tracyville UP building, who’s fox clock has been telling surviving tourists where to keep their hands as the bullets fly for over 100 years!
The.Familliar Mucus: I murdered my brother, so Dad can leave ME the comic to continue. It was ether that or work for Disney™ “