Waiting for the blizzard here in the Northeast and ready to dig deep into the dark, steamy underworld of comic strips:
The Middletons by Ralph Dunagin and Dana Summers:
Birdbrains by Thom Bluemel:
Oh yeah, this is about to get a little too realistic here. Look at the eyes on the missus, she is wide awake and getting ready to bolt! Bleary-eyed, second-husband is barely awoken by the ex-husband digging through the floor of the bedroom. One can imagine him sauntering out of bed in his Brooks Brothers pajamas, looking at the wide-eyed missus, turning to look at Charlie the Con still holding his shovel (is it a spade? Look how pointy that shovel looks! It's a murdering shovel!), then saying something like, "Well, my dear, it was a jolly fine time. Putting on his Brooks Brothers matching robe, and picking up his pants and suit, grabbing his overnight bag, and calling for a cab as he saunters into the night. Meanwhile, Charlie the Con has one thing on his mind, look at his eyes there in the panel. The missus had best hope she forget the duct tape at the hardware store last weekend...
The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn:
OK, number one: I've seen enough SpongeBob SquarePants that the kids put on the TV to know that is indeed him and that the sponge-mom is his mother. "Wring yourself out in your bed"? "Washing your own sheets?" Yuck. SpongeBob's nocturnal emissions are not a thought for the squeamish. Kudos to Scott Hilburn for having the guts to "go there." Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be washing out my eyes and mind with bleach to forget this.
Brevity by Dan Thompson:
I only put this here because I need to go all comic book geek and say that as recognizable as the lovable old Thing aka Ben Grimm of Yancy Street is here in his usual appearance, I still miss the secondary mutation super-rocky thing of yore:
That's all. The BREVITY comic was terrible, but it gave me a chance to go all comic book geek.
F Minus by Tony Carrillo:
I think usually the reason is "nice tits" and "I wonder how they look up close and if she's turned on by a man in uniform", but in this case I'm stumped as well.
Kit and Carlyle by Larry Wright:
Not only is that my cat, Buddy, but he even looks like that cat in the strip. Most times I'm on the couch writing on the laptop and he comes up and sits right on the keyboard.
Ziggy by Tom Wilson & Tom II:
Ziggy's proctologist is continuing his proctology exam of the pants-less one in the parking lot. Well, I guess that's the closest Ziggy will ever get to being laid.
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