Archive: Sally Forth

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Hurry – last day!

Thank you thank you!

Apartment 3G, 9/5/07, 9/7/07

Hahahahahahahaha. Oh, Eric, Eric, Eric, this is not wise. Just remember, you yellow-shirted morsel: you are no Dr. Drew Corey M.D. and Margo, sir, is no Dawn Weston.

Family Circus, 9/7/07

I don’t know which is more disturbing here: a creative process that begins with drawing the circle because that’s the hard part, or the family dynamics of Jeffy drawing his brother ridiculing his father.

Sally Forth, 9/7/07

Hee. Worst Grandma ever!

Happy Friday, everybody!

— Uncle Lumpy

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Slylock Fox, 9/5/07

Aww, this is just charming — it explains both why there are no more dinosaurs, and why they left so few remains! Yes!

Sally Forth, 9/5/07

Sally’s Mom is back! Sally’s Mom is back! Sally’s Mom is back! Yes!

Apartment 3G, 9/5/07

Margo steels for love-combat with Nora the not-Margo. There will be bloodshed. Yes!

Rex Morgan, M.D., 9/5/07

Heather, why the big scary-face? Think this through: isn’t “I will hold you for ransom” about your best option right now? Huh?

— Uncle Lumpy

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What could be more obvious, more crank-turningly predictable than pre-Labor Day back-to-school themes? Nothing, that’s what! So let’s get started!

Dennis the Menace, 08/31/07

Here’s an archetypical back-to-school strip: cozy old theme, a little wordplay, easy on the menace, bang, out of the studio and beat the bridge traffic to the shore. Oh, and Alice Mitchell looks hot in that old-school put-together way. Knows it, too. Mmmm. But I digress.

Curtis, 08/31/07

Nobody turns the crank like Ray Billingsley — it’s like he’s the one working a desk at the DMV. Michelle spurned Curtis? Check! Here comes “Mom won’t buy what I want” as night follows day. Cue Magical Gunk! Barry, wet up that bed! On in five, “Onion”! Greg, smoke ’em if you got ’em! How Billingsley must pray for Kwanzaa, when the mushrooms ripen at last and his mind can soar free.

Crankshaft, 08/31/07

Tom Batiuk once had no peer at whimsy — the hall-monitor machine gun, soliloquies atop the gym rope, band gales. All swept from the cancerscape of FW of course, and alive in Crankshaft only as this ham-handed pretext ginned up to showcase Ed’s relentless petty spite.

Sally Forth, 08/31/05 and 08/28/07

Hey, look — Hilary’s going into the sixth grade. Stretchin’ right out, too — King Features might want to rethink that “precocious 10-year-old” business. And I’m pretty sure that’s her Dad’s manic glint in the second strip. Poor Sally.

— Uncle Lumpy