Whew! What a relief. I thought there might be a dead body in the trunk. Instead, they're simply going to build a wind turbine to power Dawn's texting machine.
If it is a kite, and I still have my doubts (Wilbur & "Outdoor fun" not involving potato salad seems oxymoronic), let's see if it's of the "Charlie Brown" variety.
Wilbur can fall out of a tree trying to retrieve it and Dawn can tweet Santa Royale's finest.
See Wilbur? The Interwebs not so bad after all is it!!!!!?????
Here we go again! If you want to cure an addition, just go through a one-time, trivial activity, like flying a kite with dear old dad. Addiction? What addition? On Monday we might see Dawn "connecting with her dad again" (shudder!), flush most of her electronic doodads down the toilet, return to Generic College (she does go to school, right?), resume her course load, found a support group/12-step program for fellow e-dicts and share her now vast knowledge of the hell that is electronic dependence.
However, first there better be some major frolicking in the upcoming Sunday strip - or else!
sigh...back to Boringville...how can Moy build up our hopes so dramatically - rope, duct tape, all those other goodies our imaginations dredged up - only to dash us against the rocks so unmercifully! Maybe Jill is sitting on a bench at the park, drinking something hidden in a brown paper sack.
There's a great wind going...uh, it is US at Mary Worth and Me, gasping for any type of story. If it is a kite, Dawn will hook the car keys to it, hoping to get enough electricity to power her PDA.
What you gon' do with all that junk? All that junk inside your trunk? I'm a get, get, get, get, you drunk, Get you love drunk off my hump. My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
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The song "Kites are Fun" by the Free Design is running through my head.
If it is a kite, and I still have my doubts (Wilbur & "Outdoor fun" not involving potato salad seems oxymoronic), let's see if it's of the "Charlie Brown" variety.
Wilbur can fall out of a tree trying to retrieve it and Dawn can tweet Santa Royale's finest.
See Wilbur? The Interwebs not so bad after all is it!!!!!?????
See, Dawn just needed some fresh air. She's fine now! No need for intervention from MW.
I bet its a couple of those remote control toy sail boats. Whatever it is, it'll be boring.
Here we go again! If you want to cure an addition, just go through a one-time, trivial activity, like flying a kite with dear old dad. Addiction? What addition? On Monday we might see Dawn "connecting with her dad again" (shudder!), flush most of her electronic doodads down the toilet, return to Generic College (she does go to school, right?), resume her course load, found a support group/12-step program for fellow e-dicts and share her now vast knowledge of the hell that is electronic dependence.
However, first there better be some major frolicking in the upcoming Sunday strip - or else!
sigh...back to Boringville...how can Moy build up our hopes so dramatically - rope, duct tape, all those other goodies our imaginations dredged up - only to dash us against the rocks so unmercifully! Maybe Jill is sitting on a bench at the park, drinking something hidden in a brown paper sack.
Apparently Iris told Wilber to "go fly a kite"!
It's a picnic basket, a bottle of wine, some good cheese and bread.
And now we all die a little.
It is in fact , a methane-powered velocipide.
Wilbur has ben eating lots of beans in preparation.
"There's a great wind going" ??? Who talks like THAT!?
And who wears "mom jeans" in their early twenties!?
Fast losing hope here of anything exciting happening along the lines of a murder mystery!
Unless Wilbur has burned up a body on his patio and now they're about to toss the ashes. I doubt it, though.
yep, it's gonna be kites or remote sailboats for sure. *sigh*
There's a great wind going...uh, it is US at Mary Worth and Me, gasping for any type of story. If it is a kite, Dawn will hook the car keys to it, hoping to get enough electricity to power her PDA.
No, but seriously Kites are fun!
What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'm a get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
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