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Judge Parker, 5/20/06

Yeah, you’re a great guy, Randy. A great, hairy guy. Did you think that loosening your tie, unbuttoning that top button, and unleashing that thatch of chest hair would keep April from running off to the CIA? That she’d think, “Damn, why should sign I up for an exciting world of espionage and intrigue when I could be running my fingers through that sexy, sexy torso rug?”

Sadly, Randy, you’ve miscalculated. Now button up, please, in the name of all that’s good and decent.

Mark Trail, 5/20/06

Is the Lost Forest located in some county were all zoning decisions incomprehensibly take the form of a jury trial? Is the courtroom full of redheaded clones in grey suits? Does everybody forget that Tony is Evil Baldy’s grandson, not son? Why do I care about the answers to these questions? Why? Why? Why?

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Ah, a good trip up to the Big Apple this weekend! Among other momentous events, the dynamic teams behind the Comics Curmudgeon and Drink At Work finally met in the flesh. See the photos at the Drink At Work photo blog.

Mrs. C. and I also met up live and in person with Wendy McClure, responsible for that site making fun of those hilariously horrible 1970s recipe cards that you’ve probably seen, which is now available in expanded book form.

At no point in the weekend did a bit of Denglish result in anybody suddenly vibrating violently and emitting a creepy, mechanical laugh like an old-timey boardwalk mechanical fortune teller in some forgettable ’80s body-swapping comedy.

More Monday comics to come in a bit, but I wanted to point out some of Sunday’s more amorous features:

Rex Morgan, M.D., 5/14/06

Rex and June have joined Michael and Deanna in the “our sick kid’s asleep, let’s screw” club.

Mark Trail, 5/14/06

Mark Trail, meanwhile, gets his sick thrills from watching birds go at it. Does this so-called “naturalist” have no shame?

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I’m back, everybody! Our week in Hawaii was a bit soggy at times, but I shan’t complain further about it. At least we weren’t on Oahu, with the open rivers of sewage and the hey hey.

But now I’m back and at your Curmudgeoning disposal. And hey, did I miss you guys?