B.C., 7/26/05
Here’s what the future Mrs. C. had to say about today’s B.C.:
“Some comics make you laugh, some make you think. Unfortunately, this one does neither.”
Actually, though, this strip did make me think, specifically about what ol’ Johnny’s smoking, what with his legs-protuding-out-of-the-armipits fish there. Because you know that the idea of some sort of fish that could, in defiance of God’s law, go up on land is totally removed from reality.
B.C., 6/4/05
So Generic Caveman Guy Whose Name I Don’t Care To Look Up wonders if God Almighty has a sense of humor. But then he notes the waddling presence of That Short Hairy Dude Whose Name I Am Actively Avoiding Looking Up, and realizes that any God who would create such a thing must have a sense of humor indeed!
Except the short hairy dude wasn’t created by God. He was created by Johnny Hart. Do you know what this means? That’s right: Johnny Hart thinks that he has a sense of humor! The horror.
An embarrassment of riches in today’s funny pages! I present to you five one-panel short takes.
From Luann, 4/18/05
I dare you to use the phrase “She’s a honey … but you’re sugar” in conversation with someone with whom you’re trying to ingratiate yourself romantically. I dare you.
From Apartment 3-G, 4/18/05
And by “she,” I’m pretty sure she means Margo. “Seriously, I can’t believe they let you in. What are you doing here?”
From Rex Morgan, M.D., 4/18/05
“Why weren’t you invited? Because Buck likes men, June. Real men with cleft chins and tight jeans and thick coats of forearm hair. Now you make sure that thumbsucker is out of my sight and my breakfast is ready by the time I’m back from the tent-pitching, you hear?”
From Mary Worth, 4/18/05
Be careful what you wish for: after three weeks of Mary filing patient reports, you will beg to see Anna and Brian quoting Richard Bach at one another again.
From B.C., 4/18/05
No, but seriously: what the f— oh, why do I even bother?