“Dogs are great … receivers of my thoughts” is a little unnerving, not gonna lie
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Rex Morgan, M.D., 10/14/25
Back in the days when Woody Wilson was writing Judge Parker and Rex Morgan, M.D., one of the running bits was that the characters would reap significant financial rewards and social prestige extremely easily, like when Alan Parker’s unreadable potboiler The Chambers Affair became an international best-seller beloved worldwide, even by murderous black-market arms merchants. But in the post-Wilson world of both strips things have been, uh, different, and now Auggie is shopping around a novel and his hopes have maxed out at getting an advance large enough to afford one (1) nice dinner for him and his girlfriend. I’m not gonna read way too much into some soap opera comic strips and say this trajectory nicely summarizes the collapse of the economic possibilities of creative work over the past decade, but … oh, who am I kidding, reading way too much into some soap opera comic strips is basically the whole shtick on this blog, that’s exactly what I’m saying.
Mary Worth, 10/14/25
I know that trying to derive meaning from the bolded words in Mary Worth strips is a fool’s errand, but it is intriguing that she’s leaning on accident here. You know, Olive, the balloon accident, the event that was definitely unplanned and not at all arranged in advance as a means to test your powers to see if they could be exploited by the CIA. What have we learned from it? Uh, I mean, you, what have you learned about it, ha ha! Forget that little slip of the tongue!
Pluggers, 10/14/25
The degree to which pluggers are sedentary can honestly not be overstated.
119 replies to ““Dogs are great … receivers of my thoughts” is a little unnerving, not gonna lie”
MW:
“Mary, why didn’t you invite swashbuckling ‘Stanley’ to join us at this diner degustation?”
“I’m afraid he went off on a bender, dear girl. His parting words to me were ‘I’d rather have a bottle in front of me than a glottal effrontery!’ “
RMMD:
“Augie, I’ve got my Harley parked in the garage. How about if I take you for a quick spin that doubles as a journey of discovery, and we sing ‘Blue Rain’ together?”
“Huh?”
Pluggers: If he gets up, the chair comes with him.
RMMD:
He sports a coprophagous grin
Mistakenly thinking he’s “in”
A coming cold shower
Will render him dour
His evening will end in chagrin
MW: Olive will continue to test her telepathic link to the animal world, but what she won’t realise is that thoughts, once planted, do not die easily. She is expanding the minds of dogs… and hypothetically, let’s say, foxes and mice too. Teaching them language, and logic, and the barbarism of their human masters. Teaching them to… rise up in some kind of Animalpocalypse, perhaps. OK, that’s Mary Worth and Slylock Fox linked, now to see if we can explain how Family Circus eventually gives rise to Shoe.
RMMD: I assume Augie’s unwillingness to discuss his books with Summer is a metaphor for erectile dysfunction. He undresses in the dark and won’t let her see the short story in his pants.
Pluggers:
A boom crane is needed to dislodge a Plugger once he settles into a comfortable spot.
MW: “I’ve learned, Mary, that you can go for a balloon ride, get stranded in a forest, get rescued by the fire department, and go straight to a diner to eat without stopping at home for a shower and nap…and dogs are great.”
Rex Morgan, M.D., satisfying the public demand for people eating at lame restaurants, walking short distances, and talking about eating at lame restaurants and walking short distances. Ya give the people what they want!
PLUGGERS: He could bellow at the wife to fetch batteries, but doesn’t want to delay his next meal. First things first!
RMMD: If Augie’s writing is as stimulating as his conversation, he’s going to need a bigger “Rejects” drawer.
MW: I can totally see Olive returning home, amassing a dog army and wreaking havoc. Kind of a “Carrie” meets “Willard” thing.
Ok, if that’s the same purple frock that Mary wore during the even where she was visibly sweating whilst freaking out, that has got to be rank. Go home and change Mary, your fellow diner patrons will thank you
MW: WE readers learned that DOGS ARE GREAT. Again.
Frazz : I’m choosing to interpret these three panels as the non-Caufield kid slowly changing what they’re saying in reaction to Frazz shooting a deathglare at them the whole time.
“Yuck, Walnuts! (Notices Frazz seems angry) I mean, walnuts are just the thing you have to suffer through to eat nature mix, like commercials for tv shows (notices Frazz is still angry, if not angrier) ALSO NATURE MIX AND WALNUTS GOOD, TV BAD.”
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Luann : is trapped in a world that’s even easier to
copypastedraw. (they’re keeping their own heads because otherwise the characters would be unidentifiable, right?)***********
Mary Worth : …At least Olive believes her telepathy only affects dogs because Dogs are Good, and instantly reward you petting them on the head once with Everlasting True Love ™. We’d be in much deeper trouble if she assumed it was because dogs’ brains are less complex, and she just needs to train her mind more to be able to beam her will into, I dunno, those mean girls from the start of the storyline.
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Pluggers : still watch regular linear TV, complain about seeing the same reruns all the time. Meanwhile, non-Pluggers in their age bracket watch one single streaming show on loop.
MW:
Undaunted from the recent beach mishap that should have chastened them, the Mean Girls surreptitiously slip identical sandwich after sandwich onto unsuspecting Olive’s plate, and she ends up like John Cleese’s “Mr. Creosote” in Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life.
The End.
So if it’s MUTUAL LOVE carrying her thoughts to dogs, can their thoughts be carried to her? Will Olive have to answer the natural bewilderment caused by “Who’s a good boy?”
MW: Hey, @Sid, Agent to the Animal Stars! Do you get any residuals when your clients don’t appear on screen and have no lines, even off-screen, but are shamelessly referenced? Or do The Ladies get to do that for free?
MW:
Dogs are great!
A Pluggers still wears the same ‘Ben Franklin’ style glasses he first bought in 1966.
MW:
“What have you learned from our balloon accident, Olive?”
“That you’re not the only person or thing full of hot air that is capable of ending up in a tangled predicament!”
Luann: Well, I don’t know what I should have expected, but I was not expecting this. If it weren’t for their standard catty dialogue, I would be asking if they’d just discovered ‘shrooms or LSD.
RMMD: And now, a firm and hearty handshake.
RMMD: Staying true to its core medical theme, reading this strip is now recommended first line treatment for priapism.
MW: Olive was damn lucky that she found the only dogs in the history of newspaper comic strips that weren’t paralyzed by television, infatuated with poop, or possessed by some eldritch abomination.
RMMD: Dinner dates are expensive when you have to leave space for the holy ghost.
As a Plugger sedevacantist, I condemn the heretical suggestion that Pluggers would prefer to watch something they hadn’t already seen. Pluggers hate new ideas!
MeTV is the #1 network among Pluggers.
CS – Looks like Lillian is doing a Pluggers crossover: Pluggers are so petty, they’ll find the stupidest things to complain about.
@MKay: “Kind of a “Carrie” meets “Willard” thing.” Both movies have a similar theme. Now, “Cujo meets Willard”, that I’d pay to see.
CS: Oh, you don’t acronyms, Lillian? OK. BFD. AYFKMWTS? DILLIGAF? OMFG! JFGI! STFU, PITA. FOAD.
MW: Dogs are excellent recipients of my thoughts! Unlike you, Mary!
(I am still waiting for the flower fairies to appear.)
MW. “ Unexpected things happen. Things we never imagined.”
“I can’t even imagine this hot air balloon deflating and crashing” thought no one in a hot air balloon.
RMMD: “…although if you’d like to go before that, we could go Dutch.”
Luann – NO ONE has ever wanted to see Bernice’s triangle – certainly not me.
Luann: I agree with the general consensus, Evans is on a vacay or something and anybody can draw stick figures and no backgrounds. The truefans are really hating this. It would have been a great opportunity to bring in a new artist.
Dick Tracy probably shouldn’t be surprised by the lack of charges for apparently criminal acts that a jury should consider, it’s just the system there – and also how he’s avoided spending 90% of his time in court dealing with police brutality and wrongful death lawsuits.
Kudos to the Pluggers art team! Man-Dog the Dog-Man looks like he’s discovered a new kind of incredibly satisfying full-body fatigue, and he’ll be dozing off to the familiar strains of confused dialogue between Eva Gabor and Pat Butram in no time.
Even his chair is patterned like a pair of button-down pajamas. Stellar work, y’all.
I wonder if Olive’s diabolical canine-influencing powers work on Plugger Dog-Men? If so, what would she have them do?
Come on North America Syndicate Inc and Tribune Content Agency, it’s the crossover we deserve!
I’m just waiting for Olive to take it to the next level a la “It’s a Good Life” and start wishing the more annoying MW characters (starting with Wilbur) into the cornfield.
To be fair, this is modern day Rex Morgan, M.D. so Auggie’s book is probably some hipster BS that will only appeal to a market so niche that the publishers will probably be shocked that they advanced him enough for a meal. A nice one too, whatever that means to Mud Mountain Murphy fans.
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Even pluggers know that they’re not really missing anything if they skip a new episode of NCIS: Tulsa.
A Plugger sits through an episode of Green Acres for the hundredth time before realizing he’s picked up the wrong remote.
MW: Yes, Olive, you are Good and Special, and dogs can hear your thoughts because they’re Good and Special too. Why don’t you try communicating with their wolf cousins out near Yosemite; that should go well.
RMMD: Oh for crying out loud, Summer, it is way too early to have your Christmas wreath out! Save that crap for after Thanksgiving, or after Halloween at a bare minimum!
MW: What happens in a few years when Olive becomes sexually active and her psychic powers go haywire during intercourse?
“Look!! All the canines in the dog park have started humping. …Wilbur! Get off that Sharpei!”
“Remember, agent, Putin hates dogs, so his security detail is going to be primed to shoot. But there are hundreds of strays in Sochi. WHISTLE STOP, do you have eyes on the target? Affirmative. He’s on the ground now, agent, entering Adler railway station. Think hard about how good a Russian prime minister might taste. Like prime rib. Remind them of what he did do their friends during the Winter Olympics. Now, go!”
It’s nice to see Mary actually care for another human being! You see it because she invited Olive out for lunch instead of serving her squared salmons and stale muffins
@TheDiva: RMMD Hate to break it to you, but all the holiday decoration types have blended together – there are Halloween wreaths (and other seasons too…). Given the pumpkin outline on the porch, that’s probably a skulls-and-twigs wreath, not a pine-and-ball-ornaments one. She’s taking the excuse of needing to spend piles of time and money fully overhauling every bit of seasonal décor as the only way to get out of the otherwise-mandatory Roots Country obsession of the town.
Pluggers: Why would he even need a remote? It’s not like he’s going to switch away from MeTV, the volume is set to “loud” and when the TV automatically cuts off after four hours, he’ll be sound asleep.
FC: Years later Jeffy shows up at the front door with trans Phoebe (nee PJ). “In you face, Mom!”
MW: As Olive explains how MUTUAL LOVE carried her distress message across the miles to Max and Greta, she notices that Mary has almost finished her drink, and without giving any visible signal, she then smiles in satisfaction as the waiter, a unicorn, approaches to refill their glasses.
“Love is patient, love is kind, love does give ear scritches and communicate telepathically.” Mary Worth Sunday quote box, probably.
Suddenly, the Plugger’s eyes glaze over. He stands and fetches new batteries. In California, Olive smiles. “Dogs are great receivers of my thoughts,” she says, “even if some of them are awfully lazy.”
Also Mary Worth: Lessons left unlearned: 1. Balloon crashes are traumatic. Avoid them in the future. 2. Responsible adults call a child’s parents after a major incident to tell them what happened and assure them their kid is all right. 3. Mayo and romaine on dark rye sucks.
Pluggers-“OH NO! Olive’s in trouble!”
Six Chix-“I thought you were going to tell jokes.”
RMMD-Fear and Loathing in Whatever Town This Is
MW-Never get on a balloon flown by a drunken balloon attendant.
C’shaft: Oh shut UP, Lilian. You lived through the alphabet soup of the New Deal and the military shorthand of WW2, and you’re complaining about acronyms?
DT: Ummm, I’m not a legal expert or anything, but aren’t there, you know, degrees of murder that allow the law to make nuanced distinctions between the extremes of “irredeemably evil, send to chair immediately” and “just let her go, those guys were assholes anyway”? I mean, I’m not saying Tess’ actions were justified or not, I’m just saying it might be worth it to let the courts have a say in the matter rather than just letting someone who’s killed two people, severely injured another, and winged a cop to just go about her business.
Dustin: Oh please, Helen. You’re in Dustin. Do you think ANYONE in this strip has healthy coping strategies?
GT: Cut, cut! Coach Liam, you have got to pin down your character’s backstory. Is he Australian? British? Jersey mafia man? Pick a lane and an accent and stay there!
JP: Since when does Neddy have “her place”? Isn’t her whole deal that she’s been couch-surfing at Sam and Abbey’s house without any motivation or direction ever since she got back from the coast?
Luann: They wound up in the Order of the Stick universe! Let’s hope Xykon takes them out.
MT: Pffft, the Tobin Bridge? That’s nothing–you want to see a real wildlife overpass, come to the one they’re building over I-25–it’s about twenty feet longer and fifty feet wider, and designed to accommodate elk and moose. Once again, Texas brags about size and comes up short.
RMMD: Will she invite Augie in for “coffee”? That led to eventual matrimony for Iris and Zak.
Pluggers: “Little House on the Prairie” is more accurate, judging by the Plugger storage facilities I visit, but I can see how that’s tough to fit into a word balloon. (Ditto “Bonanza.”)
Oh, that’s easy. The FC egg-shaped heads hatch into the Shoe characters.
Also also Mary Worth: “Uh, Olive? Why are you licking your plate?” “Turns out I’m a great receiver too!”
MW:
An accident “arranged in advance as a means to test your powers to see if they could be exploited by the CIA”?
Jesus Christ, it’s been in front of us all along: Olive is Empress Theresa, and we love her just as much.
Blondie: Pluggers’ Type 2 diabetes is less classy than the kind Blondie sells people. Somewhere in the middle are the folks in the Dustinverse.
BG&SS: Something’s missing. Nobody’s dangerously swollen tongue is hanging out the side of their mouth. Is there a guest artist?
@TheDiva: JP I think Neddy has an apartment in Paris from when she was doing the Rich Heiress Goes Abroad to Study Thing (and can afford much better than *renting a dorm*). But not locally. And she did tell Charlotte’s grandparents that she’d have Charlotte at the ranch. After both saying her taking care of Sophie weaaayyyy back did and did not make her suited to caring for Charlotte. So if Neddy tries to pull a Mary Worth and pop over to the airport to take an unrelated minor on a long-distance trip to her Parisian digs, well, this will be about as coherent as anything else since the Norway time skip
RMMD – She’s in, but Auggie is clearly not, nor is he going to be, as this parting at the door of these two thirtysomething adults in a well-established relationship makes clear. People sometimes say that your best years are in high school, but that doesn’t mean you have to keep reliving them.
Archie-“I wish I was big.”
Luann-“We spend a week in whatever this place is go home and never talk about it again.”
@Hibbleton: Then she starts going on a bloody rampage during prom.
Flat-screens? Remotes? Welcome to Pluggerism everyone.
MARY WORTH:@TheDiva: ER…do you really want to give Olive an opportunity to prove she’s the “alpha bitch” in charge?
MARY WORTH (2): “Unexpected things happen…things we never even imagined…things that are implausible and make no sense at all and seem like they were pulled from one’s ass…especially when your experiences are manufactured by someone who has no creativity or soul.”
Pluggers – A plugger would rather awkwardly repurpose an old joke about being too lazy to get up and change the channel (from the days before remote control) than go to all the trouble of coming up with a new, equally lame joke.
Don Abundio, translated:
“Say! I think I’ve seen them somewhere before!”
“They seem oddly familiar to me too”
“I say we give chase and investigate!”
“I’ve got it! They’re mudflap girls!”
RMMD-She’s into Jordan taking her over the table while you watch.
Luann: I’m going to make a prediction. One of our two dunderheads will wake up and we’ll get one of those “You wouldn’t believe the weird dream I just had!” cop-out endings.
Now if they wake up together nude in bed I’ll forgive the Evansii of all their other literary transgressions.
JP: I believe Neddy has been living in the guest house when she’s back at Spencer Farms, so that is currently “her place.” Though she apparently takes her meals at the main house.
LUANN/MARY WORTH: Great, as if we didn’t need any more reasons for Olive to revel in smug insufferability (“Ha! My experiences in the paranormal aren’t looking so ridiculous now, are they, haters?”)
It’s funny how Dustin has trouble succeeding at work, given how good his parents are at their jobs,
RMMD – Ah – timely commentary on the outrageous increases in the cost of restaraunts, no doubt in relation to impending heath care insurance increases for hard working hobbyist authors….
MW – And what did you learn, Olive? Oooh…I’ve got this one! Bitches be crazy….
Pluggers – Same goes for pacemakers….
Adios Amigos, DJ.
Rex Morgan: I totally forgot that Judge Parker and Rex Morgan used to be written by the same dude from the 90s to, like, 2016. Which is odd cuz that’s the least surprising thing ever; the two are such identical strains of terrible uneventful soap opera that its honestly weirder to me that they aren’t ALWAYS being done by the same person.
Mary Worth: Olive’s discovery that dogs are especially well-suited to being controlled by her freakish psychic powers makes them the perfect tools for her plan to subjugate the puny homo sapiens in the name of her lord and master, the dread-inducing Magneto! The X-Men face their greatest battle yet in the crossover of the century!
Pluggers: Pluggers are just kind of pathetic people in general when you get down to it.
@The Quiet Man: Speaking of firm handshakes, while he’s in the neighborhood maybe Auggie could hike on over to thumb street. There’s four sisters over there that are always up for a nightcap.
Pluggers: No snark but today’s strip reminds me of my favorite “Green Acres” episode. Arnold the Pig wins a trip to Hawaii in a sweepstakes. The people at the breakfast cereal company that sponsored the contest try to weasle out of it because he’s a pig so Fred Ziffle sues. As his lawyer Mr. Douglas successfully wins Arnold’s case.
Crankshaft: I’d say that all of Ed’s and Lillian’s neighbors are living in the AUI, “Asshole Urban Interface.” Probably best to GTFO, IFYKWIM.
It really looks like Olive is eating a standard diner sandwich, like tuna or chicken salad or something, and look. After you learn, conclusively, that animals are intelligent sentient creatures capable of language and advanced problem solving, maybe at least consider going vegetarian. Maybe fish are stupider than dogs, I dunno.
Pluggers. Originally, I was going to comment on the idea that Pluggers would be the people who thought “remote control” meant having their kids change the channel. That would probably be the case when the strip was created over thirty years ago. However, as time has marched on, the Plugger demographic has shifted to Boomers and even GenX members who may have never had a TV that didn’t feature remote control. Even Millennials may be Pluggers at this point, with Zoomers close behind. All of this is my roundabout way of saying we need to steel ourselves for the day that we click on this comic strip and read something extremely smug from a reader in Peoria IL about avocado toast being an essential part of a Plugger breakfast.
Dustin Why does it seem like so many of these strips are missing the final line “Ya fuckin’ loser”?
MW – “I’ve learned that dogs are great receivers of my thoughts. I can’t wait to get back to New York and let those other kids try to fuck with me now.”
love is... ordering your organs online and receiving them by mail.
MW- This is frustrating. I’ve focused, concentrated, and summoned up all the mutual love I can …but I still can’t get Greta to drag her ass across Mary’s living room carpet. Or get Max to shit in her flower bed.
MW: It’s like they always say, survive a balloon crash and you’ll end up craving pumpernickel.
Judge Parker: As many authors have been disappointed to learn, a book advance is typically paid out in three parts: one third when you sign the contract, one third when you turn in the manuscript, and one third when the book is published. Oh, and don’t forget the agent’s cut. And income taxes. Maybe promising a “nice” dinner is a bit too much, is what I’m saying. But I hear the weekday Early Dine special at Texas Roadhouse is pretty good.
@BigTed: Er… “Rex Morgan,” that is. One day I’ll learn to tell them apart!
RMMD: Summer’s nipples are looking stiffish. Does Auggie notice?
MW: I think Olive meant to say “dogs are great retrievers.”
@Arabella: Yeah, Neddy’s in the guest cottage, and of course she eats at the main house. You don’t expect her to stock her own fridge, do you? Hey, you’re out of avocados again.
Blondie: I’m used to the ugly clients, but I don’t think we’ve ever seen them lick their lips and spew saliva at the idea of macaroons before.
@Sequitur: ‘The Mailman Gets Lucky” – Part XLI
(bow-chikka-wow-wow)
“The advance ought to cover a few colors that aren’t just shades of blue!”
MW- 82 Update: So while I didn’t have much luck with the dogs, I did get Wilbur to eat some grass and puke it up on Mary’s front porch. That’ll have to do for now.
OK, this must be a fake plugger. I know for a fact that people who definitely aren’t pluggers send in “pluggerisms”.
Denver’s Andrew Hudson, a hip, downtown, politically connected millennial got pluggered: https://www.linkedin.com/posts/ahjobslist_i-made-the-pluggers-today-activity-7289289789357375489-rgxF/
I’ve send in suggestions, but as far as I know there’s no good way to tell if you got pluggered without reading the infernal thing religiously.
Has anybody who comments here gotten pluggered?
@Guy Nerdlinger:
I just reviewed 8 or 10 of the most recent “Dustin” strips. “Ya fuckin’ loser!” would be a great final line in every single one of them. This is a profound and excellent discovery! It ranks up there with “Christ, what an asshole!” and “What the fuck is this shit?” working as a universal caption for “New Yorker” funnies.
DT: “yeah Dick, so the DA says he needs Motive, Opportunity, Means, Witnesses, and other evidence to mount a case. Your gut feeling that someone should be shot is just not enough any more. By the way, you ever figure out why this woman needed money from a loan shark when she was already backed by that the venture capitalist?
MW: Is Olive like cousin Oliver and other characters added to an aging older show in an attempt to capture some younger viewers?
GT: Aye, mate, you cartoon drawer man, is this Australian Rules Football league or American High School Football? Or is he an Australian Ex-Pat in the US teaching americans how to rugby punt the ball? That might actually be interesting, and fits into some current sporting theme. Appreciate the art upgrade – just now upgrade the story.
@Doc Wonmug: I think Josh once spotlighted a CC regular who got credited in Pluggers at one point. Check the archives.
REX MORGAN M.D.: I dunno, Josh. I think it’s asking a lot to expect Auggie to sell all two books needed to gain enough royalties to afford that kind of luxury. (Also isn’t this guy kinda counting his chickens before they hatch. I mean though this storyline, he’s stated that the book and it’s publishing deal are in various and contradictory stages of completion, but now it’s apparently a guaranteed best-seller.)
@Bob Tice:
#1. M: Yay, Bob. That sandwich IS a glottal effrontery. Tho Im sure youve shown even better ones on Late Nite Thread.
@Professor Well Actually:
“Wait a minute! This Jordan’s doesn’t have any Sweet N Low! And what smells like blue?” Which is to say, doubtful.
RMMD: Summer turned to the front steps only to find herself facing down the endless sidewalk again. Her house is this way, isn’t it? Auggie wrapped his arm around hers and leads her off into the dark.
“What’s your new book about again?” Summer couldn’t help but feel she’d asked this before. But when?
“Well, I shouldn’t spoil the surprise…”
“Oh, c’mon! I won’t steal your idea!” she teased.
“No threat of that,” Auggie murmured. There was an unsettling verve to what almost sounded belittling. “So fine, I’ll tell you. It’s about an author who can’t, for the life of him, come up with an idea for his latest novel. So he writes about his girlfriend asking about his story over and over and over, and keeping her in the dark about it. As they infinitely repeat the spiral of questions and walking, eventually the mystery itself is more important than the actual subject.”
The clicking of heels on pavement stopped. Summer scrutinized Auggie’s stone cold smile, waiting for him to crack up and admit he was joking.
“Auggie, that’s…”
She whipped her head around. What street was this?
“H-how long have we been walking? How many times have we had this conversation?”
“It doesn’t matter. It always gets boring when you figure it out, but damned if I can’t help you catching on. Oh well. Maybe next time we talk about this at a diner, or a roots country concert.”
Behind Auggie’s head, behind the clouds, a pair of dull eyes larger than the moon open. The neighborhood begins to crumple.
Summer’s last thoughts weren’t to wish she were real. It was that she hated hacky autofiction.
Pluggers: Miserable but comforted by the knowledge that death could hardly be worse than this.
“She talks to dogs, man…”
“Cuckoo Cuckoo!”
@treetown: re: GT & the Aussie punters.
There actually is an academy in Australia where they teach young men the basics of American football, give them practice kicking an American-style football under duress and informing American college football programs about their academic availability.
The University of Minnesota had an Aussie on their team for SEVEN years (mixing in the redshirt & COVID eligibility scams). A regular Bluto Blutarsky who finally went away this year (I don’t know if he ever got that ol’ sheepskin).
@Bob Tice: #1
*mic drop* :-)
Pluggers: Lisa: “Oliver, I feel like we are being looked at by a large dog-person.”
Oliver: “Lisa, that’s ridiculous! Look over there and—ahhh, what is that dog-man thing!? Why is it watching us?” *faints*
Arnold Ziffle: “Grunt grunt, snort”
@UncleJeff: South Florida had two consecutive Australian punters from 2017 to 2024. They were also both over 30 by the time their careers ended.
RMMD: Augie is a true dipshit.
Olive, you’ll have to wait a couple of years to marry those dogs.
If they’ll have you.
Pluggers: still have an actual TV.
MW: “And I learned that DOGS are great….” Okay, hold it right there! Nuff said! No need to mangle our mission statement with a bunch of hokum, young lady! It just causes confusion and, I’ll say it, disgust from the audience. I can’t believe The Ladies would use such convoluted and wretched dialogue. And to make things worse, I hear they and their Legal
VulturesEagles are tryin’ to copyright the slogan Dogs are Good, as well as Dogs are Great, Dogs are Exceptional, and Dogs are Super!@Charterstoned: No, CS, we’ve not been gettin’ any compensation when our clients are referenced without an appearance. We’ve always treated it like a free client promo. But if they’re gonna use our client “experiences” as fodder for their own twisted agenda, we may need to re-think our options here…
@UncleJeff: This is the type of interesting detail that could be adapted to GT without much effort. Yet … here we are, with this Down Under coach suddenly in Milford.
Mary’s Worst: In this reboot of “Yellow Submarine”, The evil Purple Meddlers learn all you need is love,cue the ghost of John Lennon!
@Banana Jr. 6000: That could be the back story – young man comes over to kick for Mooney U and sticks around later, becomes a teacher, gets his green card, and now coaches football in Milford.
DT: Okay, so while I was away, things progressed almost as I expected, but slightly duller (Roberta didn’t actually sacrifice herself), but apparently Mike Curtis sent Costello a message saying he was extending his vacation, so it’s time for legal shenanigans, which in Dick Tracy is always good for a laugh.
FG: This, on the other hand, I didn’t expect even slightly, and I have no idea where it’s going, which is great.
JP: Thanks to Arabella for clarifying Neddy’s living situation, because I was also confused. And, wow, that makes her spending all day staring into Abby’s fridge waiting for it to magically aquire avacado look even worse!
MW: Yeah, if I had to come up with something I’d learned from this nonsense, “unexpected things happen” is probably the best I’d be able to think of as well.
Mary’s Worst: after comic discussion topic: Resolved – Is Olive ultimately telepathic or tele-pathetic? Please discuss and show your work……
Olive better hope that her psychic powers only go one way, or soon Dogman Plugger will be bothering her every thirty minutes.
“Ares” is bad enough, but did anyone anywhere honestly ask for “Tron: Luann”??
MW – Olive and the dogs aren’t the only ones in this strip with a mystical psychic connection – there’s Ian and Toby as well. She knows that he wants to fuck and he knows she doesn’t.
The Family Circus Spanish to English.
@2+2=7: FIFY
MARY WORTH (2): “Unexpected things happen…things we never even imagined…things that are implausible and make no sense at all and seem like they were pulled from one’s ass…especially when your experiences are manufactured by someone who has no creativity or soul.”
Popeye Spanish to English.