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Please don’t let him get a sidekick “Poobuddy”

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Marvin, 6/3/11

With this, I dearly hope that Marvin has reached the lowest point it can with the bathroom humor. In fact, I’m not sure this can be defined as “humor” at all. It’s just all “That dog has a name that sounds like ‘pee,’ because he urinates everywhere.” I guess if this were a spoken conversation (or, as is the case here, a telepathic conversation between a baby and a dog) there’d be a vague pun in that you’d think the name is spelled “Peabody” but really it’s “Peebody” because he likes to “pee” on things. But seeing it written out means that you know there’s nothing but piss jokes coming in panel two, so hang onto your hat (because otherwise Peebody the dog will urinate on it).

I suppose “bladder control issues” was some kind of syndicate-imposed euphemism, but it does add an extra bit of awfulness because it implies that Peebody’s peeing is involuntary, and probably causes him great shame.

Apartment 3-G, 6/3/11

Oh, hey, Aunt Iris has departed abruptly and now Mrs. Bloom is back from Florida, whither she decamped a few months ago, apparently for extensive cosmetic surgery. Don’t anger her any further, Tommie, she’ll taser the crap out of you.

You know, Iris has vaguely intimated that her friends and family don’t approve of her “gypsy lifestyle.” Naturally I’ve always assumed that this was because the squares in the A3Giverse are easily shocked by any even vaguely out-of-the-ordinary behavior, but maybe it’s because she always just picks up and leaves town without saying goodbye to anyone, like a jerk.

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Never mind the comics

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Marvin, 4/9/11

Never mind whatever kind of baby HUAC Marvin’s got going on here; why do the infants to his left bear an expression of heavy-lidded ennui, while those to his right have eyes opened wide with horror? Given Mavin’s love of sitting in his own foul-smelling feces, I think we can say with some certainty which way the wind is blowing here.

Archie, 4/9/11

Never mind Archie and Jughead’s inane banter — what exactly is Random Second Panel Gal looking at on her tablet device? It’s a given that all the ladies in Riverdale are hot for our feckless protagonist for no reason anyone can ever identify, so I suppose it’s not out of the question that someone developed an Archie app. Still, I weep for the waste of programming time it would represent.

Momma, 4/9/11

The Hobbes children are so traumatized by their upbringing that their mother’s face haunts even their masturbatory sessions.

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Extra depressing Wednesday

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Marvin, 4/6/11

Ha ha, “delayed job stress syndrome,” what a whimsical concept! Wait, you say that this is actually a serious condition, that it’s called “post-traumatic stress disorder,” and that, depressingly enough, bomb-sniffing dogs sometimes do suffer from it? Thanks a lot for bringing everyone down, Marvin. Next time stick to poop jokes, why don’t you?

Funky Winkerbean, 4/6/11

Speaking of whimsy, Funky Winkerbean is casting its narrative eye back to a time when it was wacky and cancer free. Here’s a delightful episode from Les’s high school days, when he was so terrified of being physically assaulted that he pissed himself. Those were the good old days, huh?

Apartment 3-G, 4/6/11

Meanwhile, Lu Ann and Paul’s romance has slipped into a comfortable pattern, in which each of them subjects the other in turn to a form of entertainment that he or she hates. This will presumably go on until one of them breaks, at which point the other will win. “At last,” Margo thinks, “Lu Ann is in a relationship that I understand!”