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Mark Trail, 8/4/07

Who says Mark Trail isn’t good at depicting human beings? In most hugs I’ve participated in, Person A throws his or her arms completely around Person B, tightly pinning Person B’s arms to his or her torso while he or she stands there, ramrod-straight, grinning somewhat uncomfortably. It’s a joy to behold such human closeness!

Shoe, 8/4/07

Shoe takes a break from its recent obsession with death and regret and death to offer something a little lighter: old drunks with diarrhea.

Pluggers, 8/4/07

Pluggers are desperate substance addicts. If they haven’t had their junk, they’re angry and prone to ugly bouts of violence.

Speaking of Pluggers, faithful reader (and actual math professor) TurtleBoy did some epic number crunching to try to distill out some useful facts on the demographics of Pluggers and TDIET contributors. Will it be enough to get him tenure? Check it out!

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Apartment 3-G, 7/21/07

Love, Apartment 3-G-style: You’ve been waiting for months to make a move on your pretty, bland underling, so what better opportunity than her roommate’s possible brain damage? Just hand her the business card with your private number on it (the one that says “stud” instead of “brain doctor”), lean in close so she can get a good look at your bland, sandy good looks and your leer, and order her to call you by your first name. She may be leaning away from you at the exact angle that you’re leaning in, but you know she wants you.

Mary Worth, 7/21/07

Love, Mary Worth-style: You’ve never actually seen the Big Sleep, of course, but you’ve heard that in it 21-year-old Lauren Bacall seduced 47-year-old Humphrey Bogart in a restaurant with sexy horse talk, so try to babble artlessly about the noble equines in as blunt a matter as possible so that he knows you’re talking about screwing. Be sure to use inappropriate quotation marks (if we’re really talking about horses, doesn’t she long to actually, literally, get back into the saddle again?) that nobody can see, anyway. If that doesn’t work, hint darkly at your troubled past and push your hands together and pray for pity sex — since that’s the only kind of sex you feel that you deserve, what with the self-loathing.

Gil Thorp, 7/21/07

Love, Gil Thorp-style: Teach a one-legged guy how to box. I know, it’s not romantic, but its nothing short of a gesture of true love to the readers. It’s like Gil and Coach Kaz are in some kind of competition to see who can have the most bizarre summer. Hopefully it will all end in mid-August in some kind of transcendent hallucinatory explosion of joy at Thorpstock, with braids and prostheses and punching, lots of punching.

Pluggers, 7/21/07

Everyone, with the possible exception of Marie Antoinette, is a plugger.

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Gil Thorp, 7/17/07

And Kaz answered and said unto her, “Though all men shall be offended because of thee, yet will I never be offended.” Gail said unto him, “Verily I say unto thee, That this night, after the drunken lout crow, thou shalt deny me thrice. Or at least once, before thou art humiliated by thy girlfriend.”

(Gail’s capacity for forgiveness is infinite, of course, but just to stay on her safe side, you might want to buy some merch.)

Hi and Lois, 7/17/07

Hi and Lois has stolen Funky Winkerbean’s Cancer Test Results Mixup storyline and applied it to Hi’s car. It’s marginally funnier here.

Pluggers, 7/17/07

Pluggers don’t need some fancy big-city liberal doctors or nutritionists or people who might savor even a fleeting moment of appreciation for the food that crosses their palate to change their notions about things that they already “know.”

Sorry for the abbreviated post today, everybody, but it’s my 33rd birthday and my wife’s made my favorite birthday meal, which is (no kidding) tuna casserole. I shall be enjoying both its quantity and quality for the remainder of the evening. Till tomorrow!