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Apartment 3-G, 6/5/06

Let’s take a break from the current brain-taxing (or is it mind-numbing?) Apartment 3-G storyline and, like our leering layabouts in panel four, appreciate the sight of these two fine ladies enjoying a jog. Apparently these two jokers are a constant discomfort-causing presence on that particular park bench, because unlike the casually limb-exposing joggers in the background, Margo and Tommie have taken the precaution of covering up every inch of potentially titillating skin. Under most circumstances, Margo’s turtleneck would qualify as the Most Prudish Workout Outfit Ever, but Tommie has one-upped her by incomprehensibly choosing to wear a black polo shirt under her long-sleeved tracksuit! This way, once their running route takes them through Little Lancaster, Brooklyn’s famous Amish district, all they’ll have to do to avoid being pelted with stones is pull out their bonnets.

This entry simply cannot end without taking a few potshots at the individual at the far right of panel three. The pulled-up white socks, the knock-kneed, falling-forward, spasmodic running style, the dark glasses — he’s got “victim” written all over him. Godspeed, buddy. Watch out for the dude in the backwards baseball cap — after that glare from Margo, he’s gonna be pissed.

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B.C., 6/4/05

So Generic Caveman Guy Whose Name I Don’t Care To Look Up wonders if God Almighty has a sense of humor. But then he notes the waddling presence of That Short Hairy Dude Whose Name I Am Actively Avoiding Looking Up, and realizes that any God who would create such a thing must have a sense of humor indeed!

Except the short hairy dude wasn’t created by God. He was created by Johnny Hart. Do you know what this means? That’s right: Johnny Hart thinks that he has a sense of humor! The horror.

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As I noted last month, sometimes my ISP puts comments that it suspects to be spam into a queue. I have to sign off on said comments in order for them to appear on the site. I urged you then to not panic and/or repost your comment a jillion times if it does not appear as soon as you post it. This advice has largely gone unheeded, which means that I often have to figure out which out of seven or eight near-identical comments to approve. So, here’s a tip for y’all: one word that seems to guarantee indefinite detention in Comment Guantanomo Bay is that acronym beloved by spamming pornographers and lonely perverted comics readers alike: MILF. WoodrowFan in a comment proposed CILF as a non-filter-triggering alternative (with the C standing for cartoon). So go nuts, sleazebags!

Update: Apparently the innocent toponym Milford also gets caught, by association. Thanks to daChipster for the detective work. As a euphemism for Milford, I suggest the phrase poorly drawn hell on Earth.