Tune in tomorrow as Rev. Croom embarks on a new life of selective observance. He'll dine and dash (thou shalt not steal), covet Herb's wife, murder Jamaal, and make a graven image, but he'll at least call his mom to wish her a happy birthday (honor thy father and mother). The funnies haven't been this theologically bold since Judge Parker financed the construction of a giant needle big enough for a dozen camels to thread.
For Better Or For Worse, 4/2/05
Good to see that breaking off her friendship with Becky hasn’t put a stop to April’s plan to become a gig. Maybe they’ll engage in a competition of hands-on-ness: who gets the first rose tattoo on her ankle? The first boyfriend with a criminal record? The first venereal disease?
Panels from Fox Trot, Get Fuzzy, and Pearls Before Swine, 4/1/05
OK, to answer the question that you’ve all asked me: It was an April Fool’s joke. Or maybe it’s an April Fool’s “joke,” since the strips aren’t really that funny; I suppose the joke is that all three are identical. Woe to the person who only gets one of these strips in their paper. Get Fuzzy gets bonus points for using the word “piehole.”
Anyway, I go so much email about this that I thought I ought to address it, but what I really care about is Rex Morgan’s obviously undiagnosed manic depression.
Thank God he’s not one of the 45 million Americans without health insurance, because he’s going to need a lot of meds.
Apartment 3-G, 3/31/05
Generous? Generous? For the love of God, no!