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.
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.
@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.
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?
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?
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?
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????
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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.
@Nance at 8:46 a.m.: I'd say Archie and Veronica are having a hard time entering the 21st century.
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.
@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.
Oh, here it comes. I can just hear Frank Sinatra singing, "If it takes forever, I will wait for you."
That's a really short cane.
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?
At least we didn't have to look at anymore stinking roses today.
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?
Adam's head looks like a Pez dispenser.
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?
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????
I was thinking 2015, since that clearly is not a blanket they are sitting but instead, it's a drought ridden spot of grass.
I was thinking 2015, since that clearly is not a blanket they are sitting but instead, it's a drought ridden spot of grass.
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