I don’t think Blondie ordered that sundae for herself
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Blondie, 7/18/26
Blondie likes to make extremely on-the-nose jokes about obscure holidays. But they usually show up on the day itself, and National Ice Cream Day falls on a Sunday, of course. Maybe part of the joke is that Dagwood just can’t wait? I mean, look at the way he’s eyeing his wife’s dessert before he’s even finished his own.
Between Friends, 7/18/26
Big news in Between Friends: Maeve is getting married! Again! To her cheating, lying, emotionally manipulative, marginally employed snake of an ex-husband! If second marriage is the triumph of hope over experience, second marriage to this guy is how experience gets its revenge.
Heathcliff, 7/18/26
By car, scooter, elephant, cannon, or [squints] fish-guided bubblegum balloon—a cat’s gotta travel. Bro, man. Bro indeed.
Luann, 7/18/26
After months of agonizing “trying,” Toni Daytona-DeGroot is at last pregnant. “Thank God,” she exclaims, “I can finally stop having sex with Brad.”
Hey there! I’m filling in for Josh through Sunday the 26th. Reach me at uncle.lumpy@comcast.net if you have any trouble with the site, your subscription, emails, or Patreon. Enjoy!
—Uncle Lumpy
4 replies to “I don’t think Blondie ordered that sundae for herself”
I was awake at 5 in the morning. Was thinking “Josh is very early today”
I didn’t realize it was you Uncle Lumpy, congrats on coming back to filling in ^^
Heathcliff:
You know how the claim is that there are some things that are best experienced when you’re stoned — like, for example, Pink Floyd’s music? I wonder if the same is true for this strip.
Blondie:
Is that a vintage Citroen station wagon that the Bumsteads are driving, or is that vehicle from the “Matchbox” series?
@The Rambling Otter:
We devotees of our wonderful avuncular substitute host are what Marx and Engels referred to as the Lumpyproletariat.