Gosh, wonder what’s in the bag?
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Mark Trail, 12/10/04
Please be Indian artifacts. Please be Indian artifacts. Please be Indian artifacts.
Archive: Mark Trail
Stinky!
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Mark Trail, 12/6/04
Here’s what they don’t tell you when you decide to marry a taxidermist: you’re going to have perky young women showing up at your door at all hours with four-foot-long dead fish. It’s a good thing Kelly has a suitcase full of pink golf shirts back on the boat, because that one’s going to be pretty pungent.
Meanwhile, while Kelly and Birdie engage in meaningless chatter, the entire seaside community is menaced by TURT-LOR, KING OF THE SEA TURTLES! RUN, GIRLS, RUN!
Trying to love two women is like a ball and chain — but three is just good clean fun
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Mark Trail, 11/10/04
Mark already has two women in pink polo shirts hot for him — so why not add a third? He hasn’t even been there for 10 minutes and he’s already hearing about how busy Birdie’s husband is with his work … leaving Birdie lonely … so lonely … are you sure I can’t get you more … tea? I’m sure we’ve all seen enough adult entertainment to know where this is going.
In the next day’s strip, we learn that Birdie’s husband’s name is Barracuda. No, really, Barracuda. I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried. I’m not sure how that affects the Mark Trail-as-porno concept I’ve got going on here. I’m just putting it out there. Barracuda.