If you notice a lot of underage drunks roaming about, it's because of their new drinking game: They take a shot every time Adrian or Ted touch the other's face. I understand that this game can ease the pain of reading Karen Moy's inane dialogue, but please stop, before your liver explodes.Is that a soul patch under Ted's lip?
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I love guessing games! Let's see, what does Ted mean to Adrian...?
I know! A final self-deluding, despairing attempt to avoid being referred to as a spinster.
Looks like our black hair with blue highlights (BHWBH) related lovebirds are window shopping at Eatshootsandleaves Alien Greys Genetics Emporium. Check out those crazy chromosomes in the window display.
Is her left hand on backwards this morning?
Adrian is sporting a rather scary set of man hands today. Maybe it's because they stay in such close contact with Ted's testosterone exuding face. I'm quite sure he is capable of sprouting a soul patch at will, Wanders.
Chester the Dog is now going to eat some grass on New Country Road to keep from being ill.
Moy has no shame...or talent.
Moy has no shame...or talent.
...and soon she'll have no booze, either with The Game going on!!!
I am perplexed by the Moy-bashing.
Personally I feel nothing but gratitude towards her for providing us with entertainment; gratitude seasoned with a sprinkling of resentment at her refusal to bring Chester back as a regular character.
The worst crime in entertainment is to be mediocre - bad and good are two sides of the same enthralling coin.
Adrian's hair seems to be defying gravity--or she's used a lot of Aquanet. The word verification word for me post is "seductin" which seems oddly appropriate.
I have been interested to see Ted using the "Babe" tactic using the "Queenie" variation. That way he doesn't have to remember her name while he is getting confirmed as a signer on her checking account.
No danger of using the wrong name at a awkward moment!
Right on Shandyowl! You are so correct. Bad, consistently bad makes for a great laugh everyday. Even more than once a day if I have time to return to this hallowed site of snark, snarking snarkery. I have seen the hair style Adrian is wearing before... in 1967 when I tried my hand at barbering with my sister's Barbie Doll! *Good Times!*
Adrian doesn't know it yet, but she's about to go into that jewelry store and buy herself a diamond ring!
Two scenarios:
1) The clerk sees Ted's card #'s have been stolen (from Toby) and tells him "sorry, sir- it's been declined", while secretly alerting police. -OR-
2) Ted "accidentally" left his card in his other pants.
But don't you know --he PROMISES to pay her back, of course. "As soon as I get Lydia's insurance check" etc...
OOps! In re-reading the comic, I see Adrian has her eye on that fire-y necklace, not a ring! That necklace will set poor Adrian back 70 grand!!!
This is as corny as the end of the Toby credit card story "climb any mountain, swim any sea..."
I may just beat the two of them into the jewelry store to find a nice loooooong necklace...to hang myself with.
What kind of jewelry store is open so late in Santa Royale, where they roll up the sidewalks at 6pm...maybe a pawnshop?
The worst crime in entertainment is to be mediocre - bad and good are two sides of the same enthralling coin.
shandyowl: I used to view MW as comic relief to Tom Batiuk's grim universe of Death, Despair, Destruction, etc. in Funky Winkerbean and Crankshaft. Moy used to give us some variety in plots, characters, etc., and the lack of continuity from panel to panel or day to day is always a bonus. I think her "The-internet-can-be-a-dangerous-place" warning was OK in the recent "Toby and Her Credit Card Problems" escapade, so let's just move away from the internet-as-antagonist for a few months. [Yes, Ted is the real villain in the current episode, but Karen Moy is dawdling waaaaaay too long in setting up the exposition of this segment. Why couldn't she focus on the "problem' of immigration, using Carlos Alora, the Mexican gardener at Charterstone, instead, before focusing to the Horrors of the Internet Dating? The Internet is dangerous and evil! Yes, Ms. Moy, we get it! Now, can we please move on?
Well, so far Ted has not bought her a ring, but has stolen her pearl necklace (several times, in fact) and replaced it with a cheap lavender scarf. Now how long will it take Adrian to notice that all the blather about pedestals and moons was just to distract her while Ted's accomplice stole her purse?
Are we sure we're not just catching them in the middle of a series of Three-Stooges-like slaps to each others' faces?
Nyuk nyuk nyuk Queenie!
Woo woo woo woo woo!
Adrian needs to wash her hair, in a really bad way. And lose the 1975Penneys catalog she shops from. The London Fog For Women look went out decades ago.
That's no "soul patch." It's the filthy build-up from chronic face touching. Girl, if the greasy Adolphe Menjou stash and unmoving blue/black hairdo weren't warnings enough, *this* is the hygenic red flag: TED DOESN'T BATHE, NEVER HAS & NEVER WILL. Flee to avoid a wedding night filled with horror and HAZMAT suits!
Who's weird giant man-hand is on Ted's shoulder? Sometimes this strip is so bad, it looks like I drew it!
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