Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Mary Worth 1,638

Please let tomorrow's strip begin with my favorite words: "Let me tell you a story..." Please, please please. And please let that story be about Mary's crazy college days with star athlete and student body president Jack Worth (awesome), instead of how she moved on after Jack's death (snore). Or it could just be more walking through the desert. That would be nice, too.

Today's Full Strip

14 comments:

pq said...

OMG you guys, what if while telling The Story of Getting Over My Loss, Mary realizes that she's actually kept her life on hold all these 104 years since her husband died and now it's time to really move on and she decides to finally marry ol' Dr. What'shisname and then there's a big sweeps week Luke-n-Laura-style wedding?

Still Praying for a Meteor Strike said...

Mary means she literally lost Jack in a senior moment... like, misplaced him. His corpse will be found in one of her closets of polyester, asphyxiated on mothballs and Jean Nate.

Nance said...

Things You Never Hear Anyone Say About Mary Worth Comic Strip:

1. It's so exciting!
2. So much happens every single day!
3. I get confused because it moves so quickly.
4. If only the writer would stop and provide a recap once in a while.
5. I love how it keeps interweaving all the characters it introduces so that they never really go away.
6. Everything seems so real!

Thorpnotized said...

7. The food looks delicious.

birdie said...

Are they sitting in a pit or in some kind of giant oyster shell?

Chin Napkin Groupie, said...

It appears that Mary didn't get over Jack, hence her single status lo these many years of leading Dr. Jeff on.

Delilah said...

Once again our friend Mr. Cactus gives his opinion of this plot line.

KitKat said...

It's too bad that June's late husband was Charlie, not Charley. This snoozer of a plot would have been much improved if the deceased had been Charley Smith, the lascivious slimeball who put the moves on Delilah in his apartment. We all remember his naughty artwork, don't we? Well, we never actually SAW the artwork, but Delilah's horror spoke volumes.

My "prove you're not a robot" word is "eatmoss." I suppose Mary will encourage June to do that at dinner ("The roughage will do wonders for your grief, dear!).

r u ok? said...

So doing something new for Mary means meddling . . . in an Arizona desert. So will this be a new trend where Mary takes her meddling on the road world-wide? Meddling in Hawaii. Meddling in Germany. Meddling in Egypt. Meddling in Peru. Platitudes for all people everywhere.

Dave in Parma said...

When I think back to my college days, I remember jack.....

(not entirely true)

Anonymous said...

When I look back on my college days, I see Jack Daniels.

Peggy Olson said...

Delilah, Mr. Cactus definitely has the right opinion! Now, the cactus in yesterday's panel is another matter entirely. (I'd say more, but this is a family-friendly forum!)

Robin in DC said...

So June has decided that instead of going to some really nice spa like Canyon Ranch, she'd save money and go to some cut-rate place like Pax Wellness Center where instead of yoga mats, somebody got a deal on old mattresses (these visitors will never know the difference they reasoned) and instead of real health food, they're given unidentifiable, near food-like substances. Unlike in nice places where there are wonderful trails, there's nowhere to hike except some desert hell-scape with some busybody who reads some wanna-be People magazine clone and who won't let you talk about your problems when she finally gets you to feel comfortable enough to talk about them, but instead goes nattering on about something that happened 80 years ago or so, when really you could have gotten a lot more help and even saved money if you had just gone to any competent psychologist or social worker. Have you learned something, June?

Apple Mary said...

In their unceasing battle over who's the grief-iest, they haven't even noticed that they've wandered into the heart of Death Valley. Soon they'll just be carrion with their mouths ajar as if to speak, "No, I'VE got it worse."