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Crock, 6/21/25
Not sure if we’re seeing a singular mind at work here or if this is the product you’d expect to get from someone who’d been writing a comic for 20 years by 1997 and had arrived at a specific creative/cultural milieu as a result, but insulting someone by referring to their leadership style as “real barf” is extremely funny to me. Since this blog is like 20-25% hatred of Crock by volume, I think you know that I’m being very sincere here. “Real barf”: real funny.
The Lockhorns, 6/21/25
I do praise The Lockhorns a lot, so perhaps it’s lost its oomph when I do it now, but I also think this meh joke is elevated by the way Leroy is holding that bowl of burnt (?) coal slaw aloft, like Hamlet contemplating Yorick’s skull.
Blondie, 6/21/25
Hmm, what’s that, Dagwood? You were in the middle of preparing a midnight snack, but then you just dozed off face-first into the sandwich you were making, capturing in one sad moment your terribly disordered relationship to both food and sleep? And yet you claim to be perfectly happy in the situation, thus encapsulating the vibe your character has been giving off on the comics pages for decades now? Interesting. Interesting.
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Mary Worth, Alternative Speech Bubbles. Is this an improvement to today’s strip?
Lockhorns:
“Leroy, lettuce not speak falsely now. The hour is getting late.”
Blondie:
“You know, if we were Rob and Laura from ‘The Dick Van Dyke Show,’ we’d have to be sleeping in different beds!”
The Lockhorns: Honestly, would take a new kind of science to burn a dish that isn’t even heated. If their dessert is overcooked ice cream, we’ll know that Loretta has conquered the laws of physics right in her own kitchen.
Blondie: C’mon, Blondie, this is getting dangerous — I don’t care how much you want to avoid sex with your husband, you’ve got to stop slipping Ambien into his toothpaste.
Blondie: Dagwood prefers a coma instead of sharing a bed with his wife. This feels a lot deeper than the usual “Dagwood loves food” kind of thing.
Lockhorns: Loretta’s recent attempt to poison her husband fails again thanks to her atrocious cooking.
MW: Mary, you “date” a doctor who is so in the closet that he’s found Narnia. The closest you ever came to danger was when you didn’t order your usual salmon at the Bum Boat.
Lockhorns:
“I can’t eat this, Loretta. I’m going to go listen to my John Kale albums!”
Lockhorns: You know what Murphy’s Law is, right? If something can go wrong, it will. Now, do you know what Cole’s Law is? Cabbage in a mayonnaise dressing, what, are you dumb or something? (I laughed the first time I heard that one)
“Alas, poor slaw! I knew it well, Loretta; a dish of infinite zest, most excellent tasty; I have put it in my stomach a thousand times; and now, how horrible in my sight it is! My gorge rises at it.”
Crock: I started wondering how The Lost Patrol has a supply of peanut butter but in all fairness they should have died and been consumed by vultures several decades ago.
Lockhorns: All this time I’ve been pronouncing cole and coal the same is incorrect?
@Baja Gaijin:
Anything would be an improvement to today’s strip, but yours is a super improvement.
Lockhorns: Loretta can trick and bully Leroy into taking her out to a prix fixe dinner at a nice restaurant with real tablecloths, but there’s no way she can stop him from making snide remarks about the charred greens in the first course.
Crock:
The word “barf” is an interesting one. Its first use in American English was in the 1960s. Some say that its origin is uncertain. Others say that it is probably imitative; i.e., it is onomatopoeia based on the sound of retching. Still others say that it originates from the earlier word “braf,” which is itself onomatopoeic.
Crock: Um…no you weren’t? We can actually go back and check the previous panels and….nope.
Lhs: I do love the way that Loretta is eating that bowl with such grim determination. She hates it too, but the fact that Leroy has to eat it too makes it worth it.
Blondie: I was going to say that only a junkie could fall asleep making a sandwich, but then I started thinking that Dag already treats food like its heroin. Then I started thinking about how this strip takes place aesthetically in the 50s and if that makes him like a kind of suburban mirror-world beatnik? Is he the William Burroughs of white picket fences and boloney? Sorry, there’s no joke in there, I just needed to get that out.
Blondie : huh, if you reverse the classic “I had a dream I was eating a giant [foodstuff], then when I woke up my pillow was gone!” into “I had a dream I was sleeping on the world’s softest pillow, and when I woke up I was resting on a giant [foodstuff]”… the joke isn’t funny!
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Crankshaft vs Lockhorns : Yeah, Ed *REALLY* needed to go to NYC to do a “I HATE THE OPERA/BALLET” type of jokes the latter strip can simply throw into a week whenever. Heck, I’m pretty sure Lockhorns DID a “PARK YOUR ASS BACK DOWN, LEROY! “IT’S OVER WHEN THE FAT LADY SINGS” ISN’T LITTERAL!” joke before!
…So, with that, I’m assuming eventually there’s going to be a bus driver BBQ/picnic, and Lena is going to bring the salad, and Crankshaft will call it the same thing Leroy does to Loretta’s?
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Crock : …Why convolute the nonsense scenario of a supply-less foreign legionary eating a peanut butter sandwich in the blistering mid-day sun when “I said nothing because I couldn’t think of a better insult on the spot!” would have been a better punchline!?
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Garfield : admits that over the 47 years the strip has been going, it’s never ever “gotten started” (read : been funny).
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Luann : if Luann hadn’t gotten this job she hates and didn’t actually need, she ALSO would be starting her summer vacation. In fact, every previous year, this had been the case; for the summer the entire “kid” cast was on vacation.
RMMD:
“Of course, I was recently reading a review of your work in ‘Country Music People’ magazine, and the critic said that the only thing you ‘pick’ well is your nose, Truck!”
@Baja Gaijin: That’s much better.
Crock: Seymour makes it very clear. He’s not going to be the Beetle to Cap’t Barf’s Sarge.
I like how Dagwood’s pajamas are decorated with doughnuts, or possibly bagels.
Blondie – What’s funny is how quickly Blondie loses interest in the story. “Yeah, yeah. Food narcolepsy. Got it. Well, good night.”
Lockhorns: The parasite that has devoured Leroy’s mind and taken control of his bodily functions including speech sticks its antenna out the top of his open skull as it ponders the difference between the homophones cole and coal. Loretta seethes as she says “Ya know, for an insect, you’re pretty picky.”
Dagwood immediately falls asleep, his face plunged right into the sandwich’s soft fluffy bread.
When suddenly Bianca Xunise bursts into the room! “You cheating whore!!”
(Appropriately named) Crock – I’d think these go-getters would be all for the preemptive flying of the white flag….
Shlockhorns – Tomorrow – toad in a hole….
Blondie – So…Dag dreams of being motorboated by muffuletta sandwiches….
Adios Amigos, DJ.
“One for the school’s funny papers, everyone! Mudlarks on three! One… two…” No matter how much more this strip devolves, at least Gil will be seen on ONE comic page in a newspaper. Although that paper IS the “Mudlarks Monthly” edition of the weekly “Milford Penny Saver”. That’s the one with the 5% off coupon for cheese fries at “The Bucket”. Clip and save!
Crock – “Real barf” may be funny, but decades’ worth of novelty catalogs rely on the premise that fake barf is funnier.
Don Abundio, translated:
“You’ll have to stay in bed for a few days”
“Yes, doctor”
“What a shame, boss… Now you’ll have to cancel your dinner party”
“That’s what you think!”
“Don’t you know that the germ theory of disease is overrated?”
RMMD-“We can pick a little until the results come back.
MW-“We’re no longer talking about your father, dear? We’ve circled back to you?”
MW-“I know what they say about him. ‘He’s not good for you.’ ‘He’s old enough to be your father.’ ‘He’s your father.’ I don’t care what they say. I love Wilbur.”
RMMD: “Say, Pop, you know how in the 50s the jazzbos said ‘If you want to blow like Bird, you got to shoot smack like Bird?’ Well, if you want to pick guitar like Doc Watson you got to be blind like Doc Watson. Hold still.”
@BigTed: Put activated charcoal in the mayonnaise. Boom. Done.
Loretta doesn’t want to make herself starve. She just wants to fuck with Leroy’s head. And his name for the dish is spot on.
MW: “Why do we all fall in love with people that are wrong for us?”
“Well, Dawn, it’s because you and your father are stunted, emotionally needy 13-year-olds who fall in love with anyone who gives you the time of day. On top of that, you’re such a zero-esteem punching bag that your Star Wars-loving ex-boyfriend stood up for you out of pity. Then you *still* couldn’t deal with the problem, so you passive-aggressively assaulted Dirk with a heavy object. Which should have gotten you arrested, or at least sued. Your father is a borderline sex offender who is probably out trolling mental health facilities in a rented Camaro with his shirt open. And you’re so oblivious. The whole incest thing didn’t set off any red flags? And, Belle gave you ‘bad vibes’? No, Dawn, she tried to kill you! Twice! Have you found the defaced photo yet, dipshit? Has your father? That should tell you how much he really cares about you. Which his deep concern for Willa the goddam goldfish should have told you already. Have you noticed your mother wants nothing to do with either of you? Do you ever wonder why that is? My guess is that she’s a perfectly healthy human being, and is having a perfectly normal reaction to your behavior. And in your father’s case, his hygiene. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go write your father’s column for him, which, by the way, I’ve been doing for months now. You might want to consider your father’s long-term income needs. All I have to do is tell the syndicate I exist, and he’ll be unemployed on top of all his other wonderful traits. Because his writing is so disposable they literally haven’t noticed the difference. Now get the fuck out of my garden. You’re bringing the flies and creepy men in.”
@Banana Jr. 6000: -Applauds!!-
Blondie remembers when Dagwood thought her breasts were the best place to lay his head as he slept.
Now, she turns away from him in disgust.
Funny, I thought Yorick was from Macbeth
(Googles)
Hmm, he is from Hamlet.
I need to actually get to reading Shakespeare sometime.
I mean, last night I said to myself “I need some culture in my life” so I started reading Dracula. Not bad so far. Especially seeing as it’s a very spontaneous choice for me.
Today’s Luann is the Evansi’s response to our complaints that they don’t know how young women in SoCal dress. They DO know. They’re just sparing us the sight of Luann or Bernice in a halter top!
Saturday praise for RMMD: as a country musician myself, the last two panels speak to me.
And, an inspiration: I’ve had writer’s block for years despite having plenty of misery—the grand theme of country music—to write about. So I’m thinking about writing an entire album as Truck Tyler. Maybe Tice can collaborate on the lyrics—Bob, we’ll make tens of dollars, how can you resist?
@richardf8: They should halt her top.
@brendancalling: I thought that the grand theme of country music was about coming back home, and that Death Metal was the misery music.
@Baja Gaijin: It’s a considerable improvement, yes.
C’shaft: I laughed at today’s strip, if only because the use of “It stinks!” made me think of the Mystery Science Theater 3000 bit.
L’horns: Loretta has learned that activated charcoal prevents many medications from being effective, and is regularly dosing Leroy with in hopes of counteracting his blood pressure and cholesterol meds. It’s not the fastest method of poisoning out there, but she’s in it for the long game.
@richardf8: As a middle school teacher this absolutely repels me, and for so many reasons.
The sheer level of detail tells me more than I need to know about Greg Evans’ gaze at physically maturing girls. It’s gross. I’ve known teachers like that. One fat ugly guy used to sit at his desk humming “Don’t Stand So Close to Me,” which is a song about Nabokov’s “Lolita.” In a class of 7th graders.
Also, I can count the number of middle school kids already thinking about college (and how “free” they will be) on no hands. It’s not how they think.
I have never met a middle schooler who thinks high school will be “sexy.” Never. Not even the physically mature girls that Greg Evans is perversely focused on say that. Why would someone put “sexy high school” in the mouths of 13 year old girls, unless perhaps they think of high school students as “sexy.” No. They may be sexy to other high school kids, and they may have the hallmarks of physical maturity, but no. Just no—“sexy high school” hasn’t been a thing for adults since “Fast Times at Ridgemont High” and “Porkys,” and if you rewatch those films you’ll feel icky.
Finally, and continuing that topic, why are the Evanses presenting their readers with half-clothed children in this context?
This guy has similar issues to Brooke McEldowney. They’re not as omnipresent or offensive or explicit, but it’s still GROSS.
FC: No, Jeffy, you don’t have fertile soil in which to grow potatoes. You’re a singular Irish Famine.
Dustin: Dustin is watching the wrong “Alpha guide to picking up chicks” TikToks.
@TheDiva: Pod People is one of my top-5 MST3K episodes. “Trumpy, you can do stupid things!”
@The Rambling Otter: black metal is also about being miserable, but country music is the champ of misery. “Coming home?” Maybe in some songs. But generally, you wind up in prison, the wife leaves you (if you can find anyone at all, ever), mama and papa die, you work hard but you’re still poor, and so on.
I listen to (and play) a lot of metal as well—what can I say, I’m well-rounded for a skinny guy—and trust me on this one.
BTW: Waylon Jennings’ kid is putting out a whole bunch of his dad’s unreleased tracks next month. So excited!
BG&SS: Loweezy’s making sure Ol’ Bessie isn’t missing the dairy industrial complex experience. A week of suboptimal numbers and someone’s gonna be reassigned to another department.
Crankshaft: What the hell is Ed doing at the opera? Can’t she have started him off with something he can maybe handle, like Grease?
Pluggers don’t trust the keyfob to lock their car door. (Don’t ask me how I know.)
Gasoline Alley may seem rural and old fashioned, but they’re au courant with the “spend forty dollars to drive to where it’s cheaper” modern suburbs.
@brendancalling:
…I think you might be reading TOO much into this…
I mean, this is obviously KAREN venting about how much she hates young people for not having been turned completely bitter by the decadesBeetle Bailey: Dogs shouldn’t have alcohol. Then again, Otto should be grateful that Sarge doesn’t care for chocolate stout.
Luann: Luann works three 8-hour shifts a week and is currently not taking any classes, and she’s whining about her “lost summer.” Are we meant to feel sorry for her or think she’s an entitled asshole?
CS: You might think you want to stay for the whole opera, but Crankshaft is only going to grow more embarrassing as the night goes on. Also, who the hell invites this guy to an opera?!? Are you stupid?!?
9CL: Brooke gets *this* close to shaming his fans for their voyeurism.
@Anonymous: or it’s
Greg rubbing one out thinking about 13 year old boobsugh, I just made myself sick. “Real barf,” as they say in “Crock.”@brendancalling: Previously unreleased Waylon songs? Yes, please!
@30 Banana Jr. 6000: I wanted to put this in today’s mashup but the speech bubble was too small.
Crock: “Real barf” works precisely because in our overheated media environment, it seems charmingly — and refreshingly — antiquated. Score one for nostalgia! Score one for Crock! The worst comic you know just made a great point!
@taig:
On Luann : we’re supposed to think the two 13 year old girls are bad because they’re acting “childish and frivolous”, and laugh WITH Luann as she fantasises about them being broken from no longer having months-long summer vacation when they get jobs as adults.
C’shaft: Pretty unimpressive set for the Met; I can’t tell if it’s too minimalist or not minimalist enough.
(Also, Chris, why would you take your dad to the opera? At least do something like Chicago or Cabaret, where he’ll be distracted enough by the girls in skimpy costumes to keep quiet…)
Dustin: “I mean, according to the multiverse theory anything is possible somewhere, right? Maybe there’s a universe where you don’t try to pick up women with tired lines. Maybe somewhere we went to a place where twenty-somethings actually hang out, instead of the last Bennigan’s in the state. Maybe somewhere Parker and Kelly aren’t using this strip to simultaneously indulge their hatred of young people and their resentment of women.”
GT: Ooooh, I hope that’s Gatorade.
JP: So their new job is working the assembly line in Santa’s toy shop?
MW: In your case, Dawn: because there’s nothing about you that would attract someone who’s good for you, because you really don’t know better, and you never, never learn from your repeated mistakes. Now can we move on to a story that doesn’t focus on you, your father, and the trash fire that is your personal lives?
Phantom: I think most of these “old jungle sayings” were just made up by The Ghost Who Recognizes the Importance of Branding.
The Lockhorns: Despite his jibes, Leroy is 100% going to eat that slaw, because that’s the way marriage works: you break your spouse down with constant negative comments slowly undermining their self-confidence and worth, until they break down in tears creating the dinner they have no choice but to serve and you have no choice but to eat. And then you both get food poisoning from spoiled mayonnaise.
Wait, isn’t that everyone’s marriage works?
Blondie: I love how Blondie just INSTANTLY falls back asleep between panels one and two. She couldn’t care less about her husband’s pathetic attempt at newspaper comic humor, she was just making sure that he wasn’t dead or something before she closed her eyes for the night.
Frazz – A guide to interpreting Frazz: the more intense the arm flailing, the more inane the subject the kid is flailing their arms over.
Mary Worth – No, Dawn! Don’t ask her a question! It’s like inviting a vampire in. You’ll be buried under a deluge of platitudes!
How many years must the platitudes fly before they’re forever canned?
Pluggers – If she has the fob in her hand, wouldn’t touching the handle unlock the door? She’ll be there a long time trying to lock that car door.
I always lock the car door with the button on the door.
9CL – I can’t get past the horror of Amos’s massive overbite and no chin.
@Anonymous: If Luann was working more than 24 hours a week, I’d have a smidge more sympathy for that narrative. All the same, I was working 50+ hours at summer jobs during college, and I still had a lot of fun. Sure, I might have been averaging 4 hours of sleep a night, but that’s what you do in your late teens/early twenties.
@I’m Not Cthulhu, But I Play Him On TV: Oh, right. Some people’s marriages run off dropping the strap on your lingerie, trying (and failing) to lure them back from the gratification of a midnight salami sandwich. Then you get food poisoning from the spilled mayonnaise.
@I speak Jive: (on 9CL) Yeah, you definitely don’t want to get to the point of imagining the distortion of that in the reflected image.
Blondie-Dagwood should really have that narcolepsy checked out.
Blondie-“Why can’t you ever fall asleep with your head between my thighs? At least I know you are eating something other than food.”
Crank: Literally the only reason Ed agreed to go to the opera is because he’s been planning this bit, and he hates himself for going through with it only slightly less than he hates being there.
FC: “Well, no. You need healthy soil, not whatever toxic sludge your disgusting secretions create.”
JP: I love that Drøbak is written correctly on signs and in text messages, but not when characters actually say it, because Manley didn’t create a lettering font to have to still draw some letters like a caveman just because he never expected to need an “ø”.
MW: “Well, Dawn, that gets into questions of free will versus predetermination. Do you and your father make terrible, terrible choices all the time because you’re morons, or just because you’re badly written?”
“I don’t know, Mary, which is it?”
“Well, I think we’d be foolish to ignore the possibility you’re badly-written morons.”
OTF: If someone who was on hybrid working told you they had a dream where they were visited by “workplace anxiety”, would you immediately ask if they were visited at home or the office? Or would you assume that, given both places are “the workplace”, it could have been both or either and that’s probably not relevant unless they say it is? Also, this doesn’t really follow on from the previous strips, which were about workplace anxiety’s own problems, and in which Dethany herself was only shown at the office. It’s impressive how Holbrook has managed to create a storyline with an “all just a dream” ending and it still doesn’t make sense!
Pluggers: That … seems like sensible authentication? I don’t drive, but I do check when I lock my front door, even though I use a physical key. (In my defence, turning the key doesn’t move the bolt unless the door handle is in the right position. This mechanism is apparently more secure than an old-fashioned lock when it actually locks the door).
SH: (Yes, I’m doing both Holbrook strips today. Sorry.) Imagine for a moment that you had created a comic in which one of the characters could turn into a mermaid with a narwhal tusk. (No, I don’t know why you’d have done that, maybe it seemed funny at the time.) Imagine that you decide to develop this by introducing another mermaid with a narwhal tusk, and having them bond over their shared narwhal tusks. Now imagine that, for two out of three panels of this strip, you forgot to give the original character her narwhal tusk.
@Baja Gaijin: That’s a massive improvement.
Dustin-Later that night. “Looks like the killer has struck again.”
Lockhorns: The lesson here is: don’t order your food from West Virginia.
Blondie: Dagwood will be the first person in history to die from “misadventure with auto-erotic asphyxiation” involving a foot-long sub.
Lockhorns: wouldn’t coal slaw be cabbage salad marinated in squid ink, which sounds kind of intriguing.
DT: very sci fi but it is at least a more original story.
MW: okay so next week will be Wilbur pouring out his sob story to Mary.
JP: solid work. Every day has solid evidence that the field trip to Oslo was justified and should benefit not only for a US tax deduction but also qualifies for any Norwegian tax relief for promoting Norwegian tourism.
RMMD: so this kid is going to stay at the hotel until the test results are back?
@brendancalling: These girls also don’t “read” as incoming ninth graders to me, either in their appearance or attitude–if it weren’t for the dialogue I’d assume they’re sixteen minimum. There needs to be a moratorium on writers doing kid characters when they obviously haven’t been around a child in decades.
It’s sweet that Blondie thought Dagwood fell asleep instead of finally being taken by the massive coronary at a young age his diet has scheduled for him. It will be much better to let that catch you by surprise than spending what little time you have left resigned in dread to the inevitable.
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Leroy looks like he’s about to James Cagney that bowl into Loretta’s face and I appreciate any comic that lets me reference a 94-year-old movie.
@Horace Broon: The more I think about the narwhal-mermaid thing, the more it bugs me. 1.) Narwhal tusks are not on their nose, but (as the name “tusk” implies) are an elongated tooth. I suppose I can appreciate not wanting to draw your characters with a big long spear coming out of their mouths, but still. 2.) The tusk is primarily a male characteristic–female narwhals can have them, but they’re in the minority. Odds are neither of these gals should have a tusk to begin with.
FC: No, Dear. That potatoes in your ears is just a silly old saying, like the ones your demented harridan of a grandma is fond of spouting. On the other hand, those earmites and parasitic worms I see are another story.
JP: I hope Sophie and Reena’s jobs in Christmastown entail them wearing skimpy, sexy elfette costumes while herding squalling brats to get their picture taken with whatever smelly old booze hound they got to play Father Christmas that year.
RMMD: I was trying to scrounge some dramatic impact from Rex Morgan by looking back over past strips to see if anything might have happened, when I noticed the Glenwood Motel sign (Monday) has a prominent screwball (ball+screw) motif. I have some experience of motel signs, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen one like that. I figure it means it’s a doofus-friendly establishment. Probably this got covered in Monday’s blog, but I’m not going back to look.
MW – Dawn doesn’t realize it, but she’s just put her finger on why people flock to Mary for advice in the first place.
FC: HTT Grandma is thinking, “Hmph. Thel should talk. I’d hate to see what type of fungus is growing in her diseased lady parts.”
BLONDIE: Dagwood (minutes earlier): “Yes, I fell asleep with the sandwich on my face. That’s what I’ll tell Blondie! I was using the soft velvety folds of pastrami on rye as a pillow. Yeah…that’s the ticket.”
@47 taig: Did anyone say Luann’s shifts were 8 hours long? For some reason, I’d expect them to be 2 hours, maybe 3 at the most. After all, how long can Luann concentrate on anything?
@57 taig: Unlike Luann, you have a functioning brain stem.
@Tabby Lavalamp: Poor Mae Clarke spent most of 1931 having Cagney shove a grapefruit in her face and being ravaged by Karloff (possibly raped — 1931 is Pre-Code, and she looked pretty mussed up in that scene). The glamorous life of a Hollywood starlet!
@Baja Gaijin: Yeah, this strip implied 8-hour shifts, but I do see your point about Luann managing more than 2 hours at a time.
@Baja Gaijin:
Luann says her shifts are from 16pm to 24pm. Granted, she might have been talking only about a weekday shift she wanted to take rather than her current weekend shifts, which COULD be, like, 30 minutes of wiping tables. (which would explain her manager’s “if you want more hours, you gotta do more tasks
(except you can barely manage wiping tables, WHAT can I give you that you can mess up!?).”)(Re-reading this, she and Phil seem to dismiss dating on Mondays rather quickly?)
@Baja Gaijin:
Excellent!
@Banana Jr. 6000: I want to have your comment bronzed and shoved into Karen Moy’s face until it leaves an indent. The Westons are not brave survivors of toxic relationships; they are immature, attention seeking narcissists who have histories of being emotionally abusive partners. Look at how Dawn treated Jared: she wouldn’t look at him twice when he was cleaning bedpans but then decided to date him when he got a better job and acted like she was doing him a favor because he was a homely geek and she thinks she’s hot shit. And of course Wilbur treated Estelle like a consolation prize that he would regularly humiliate, threaten harm to her cat, and emotionally manipulate.
@taig: Geez, you’re cruel. Remember her carefree “sexy” summer schedule the years before sitting in her bedroom with Bernice doing nothing? How is she going to make up for all that wasted time now? (She’ll “make up for it” during fall, when all she has to deal with are ditched classes and ignored homework assignments. She’ll have loads of free time then!)
Somehow I’m just noticing the Lost Patrol’s asses. The men are packing junk in their trunk while Captain Seymour is carrying ballast fore and aft. In related news, I’m taking up day drinking.
@matt w: *Seymour and the men/*Captain Barf
@Banana Jr. 6000: truly inspired.
FC-Next time bury Jeffy in a deeper hole.
@2+2=7: You’re right. Maybe Luann and Bernice will find the time to go to the park to reenact a romance novel where they freak out when actual
menboys show up to interact with them.Me: Arriving late to the comments knowing full well that anything funny pertaining to the comics chosen has already been said.
@Bob Tice: Lucy and Ricky started that. Carol and Mike though…part of the sexual revolution for sure.
People are complaining that “Coal” and “cole” are homonyms, so the insult doesn’t work. Wrong. Context matters. When you’re a Lockhorn, you assume any utterance from your spouse is an insult. “Coleslaw” wouldn’t have made sense in context.
@brendancalling: No no, no. See it’s “ok”, because Greg and Karen (via Luann) get to smugly look down on the them! Now that Luann has been burdened with “adult responsibility” (one three-times-a-week part-time job on summer break), she (like the presumed audience) is allowed to cluck disdainfully at the “sexy frivolousness” of halter-topped youth. Now some would say this viewpoint is a bit undermined with the knowledge that Tiffany (the OG “sexy halter-top-clad high schooler”) also has a part-time job that she doesn’t really need, but is nevertheless better at balancing her time, so it’s a good thing that Tiffany is still regarded as “the bitchy cheerleader” so we don’t have to take her seriously as any kind of role model.
GT: Wow. Milford has a winning season. One more win than loss. Hooray.
GA: Slim’s an idiot. That is all.
DT: SHOOT HIM, DICK! SHOOT HIMMMMMM!!!!!!!
Crock — Everyone knows the Comments section of the Lost Patrol subreddit is a cesspool of bots and abuse. . .
Hi and Lois
Irma and Thirsty share a long look over the fence. Thirsty nods slowly. Irma sighs.
Well, this is it. They’d talked about it for years, made their plans. They were gonna do it right this time. They’d both get the lives they were meant to lead.
But first, Irma was going to have to kill Hi.
Pluggers: I think that would make you more of a luddite than a plugger.
@I’m Not Cthulhu, But I Play Him On TV: enjoy: https://youtu.be/r6OlvttAEvo?si=QjYGG3iqdDY6Crd1
Thank you, Scratchy & Baja, for yesterday’s mentions.
@TheDiva: You will save yourself a lot of brain-melt and many assaults on your sanity if, in the future, you will refrain from applying biological principles to a Holbrook strip. All you need to know os that the porcupine girl is always right.
@Guillermo el Chiclero: Hey, what a difference! Santa doesn’t reek of Jack, but of Aquavit!
The numbered comments will skip over 276. It will go from 275 to 277 and I’m not sure why this is.