Monday, June 8, 2015

Mary Worth 2071

You can always measure the success of a picnic date by how high the man rolls up his pant cuffs. They would be even higher if Adam had remembered to bring a can opener so they could eat something other than dish washer detergent.

Today's strip

14 comments:

Nance said...

If you were to Guess What Year It Is merely by looking at this panel, what would you say?

My guess would be Not 2015.

Anonymous said...

@Nance at 8:46 a.m.: I'd say Archie and Veronica are having a hard time entering the 21st century.

Yahoonski said...

This ongoing dance between our star-crossed lovers here reminds me very much of the little cartoon they used to show during intermission at the drive-in theater. It featured a bun desperately trying to entice a stand-offish hot dog to jump into it. That's right Adam, you're playing the bun in this scene.

KitKat said...

@Nance at 8:46 AM, I'm going with 1956. Adam is doing his best Ricky Ricardo impression in the second panel. I can hardly wait until he pulls his conga drum out of the picnic basket and launches into "Babaloo,"

The posture of these lovebirds in the first panel is so awkward it makes my head hurt. Holy moly.

Hermite said...

Oh, here it comes. I can just hear Frank Sinatra singing, "If it takes forever, I will wait for you."

Chin Napkin Groupie said...

That's a really short cane.

Dawn Weston's Evil Twin said...

Well, I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm tired of waiting for Terry. Adam is looking quite dashing today, and they seem to be all alone in the woods. I think Terry should either make out with him at the picnic or set him free. Mary Worth may, after all, be tiring of Dr. Jeff, and she could be available for Adam ... There's also my sister, Dawn Weston, who often goes for unexpected love interests.

In panel two, I suspect that Adam--who did, after all, move all the way across the country without even bothering to let Terry know he was coming--is going to say, "Let me tell you something ... if you don't decide in the next five minutes that you're going to be my girlfriend, I will crush you like this can!"

Golly gee whiz, Terry, aren't you supposed to be some kind of Internet fraud consultant? Can't you recognize a creepy stalker when you hang out with one for months on end?

Anonymous said...

At least we didn't have to look at anymore stinking roses today.

Anonymous said...

If I were forensic anthropologist - okay, correct me - but you know what I mean. Wouldn't the guy pictured on the picnic blanket be about 6 inches shorter than the woman, should they stand up?

Anonymous said...

Adam's head looks like a Pez dispenser.

tkraft said...

It's funny that Terry asks Adam 'how long you'll be willing to wait..' It's code for Moy and Giella slowing roasting MW fans over the proverbial grill as they string this wretched plot line out. Could these two be any less endearing?

Carl's Laptop said...

What kind of place is this Santa Royale? I thought it was a beach side community, near the Pacific Ocean. I had a vision of a very boring, geriatric, fictional San Diego type place. There's the Bumboat etc. Now, they're in the Santa Royale mountains? Good Grief, what kind of place is this????

mar said...

I was thinking 2015, since that clearly is not a blanket they are sitting but instead, it's a drought ridden spot of grass.

mar said...

I was thinking 2015, since that clearly is not a blanket they are sitting but instead, it's a drought ridden spot of grass.