What 10-year-old child doesn't need extra advice from Mary Worth. It's what they crave! Just like Jeff craves extra attention from Mary, and has resorted to the old fish through the head routine to get it.
I must say I really do like bluefish. It can be a little oily, but cooked properly, it's delicious. I must remember to wear a matching shirt when next I eat it.
However, I have never loved it so much that I would stick one through my head.
Of course Mary has to go to New York. It's time for the probation hearing of the evil junkie, Dr. Kapuht. Or it could be that fairy flowers are at the height the blooming season during late October in Central Park. BTW Jeff, great job of putting your own spin on the Steve Martin routine of the arrow through the head.
I can't wait for the look on the faces of Olive's parents when they open the door to Mary and her suitcases (carried up by Mr. Allora's brother), arriving unannounced.
I never bought Olive's parents' lovey-dovey behaviour. It seemed too over the top and intended for public consumption. So I'm betting that they're having marital problems, and Olive's tummy brain has told her to call on Mary for her patented brand of romantic meddling.
Jeff continues to be delighted by Mary's upcoming absence. "How long you're needed? Take all the time you want! Months - heck, stay a year! I'll be fine, raising money for Peace Village with my new (ahem) 'consultant.'"
I'm willing to bet money that we see a floating head of Olive in the clouds this weekend.
I might be in NYC in February. No doubt Mary will still be there. I will try to push her into the Hudson.
If Jeff's fish-through-the-head ploy doesn't work to get Mary's attention, he could always hit her with the pineapple and the hand grenade that are on the table.
They seem to be already yelling - the text is all in caps. But I guess the words "sensitive", "guidance" and "yours" must be shouted even louder, since they are boldface. That's the way I hear it in my mind's ear anyway. Day after day, certain words shouted louder than the rest. It's almost painful. Perhaps the blue fish is some type of parasitic fish, eating its way through Jeff's head. His facial expression says it all. Brain....gone....
SATURDAY: Although a fish may pass through Jeff's head unharmed, a fish will enter Mary's head and never leave, content to swim forever in a sea of platitudes.
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Well, if Jeff has any difficulty removing that fish from his head, he can probably make use of the extra finger on his left hand.
I must say I really do like bluefish. It can be a little oily, but cooked properly, it's delicious. I must remember to wear a matching shirt when next I eat it.
However, I have never loved it so much that I would stick one through my head.
Of course Mary has to go to New York. It's time for the probation hearing of the evil junkie, Dr. Kapuht. Or it could be that fairy flowers are at the height the blooming season during late October in Central Park. BTW Jeff, great job of putting your own spin on the Steve Martin routine of the arrow through the head.
Panel Of The Year!
I can't wait for the look on the faces of Olive's parents when they open the door to Mary and her suitcases (carried up by Mr. Allora's brother), arriving unannounced.
KM is so...awkwardly unaware.
Coincidentally, I'm on my way to New York right now. If I see Mary there, I'll give her a shove on behalf of all of us.
Hi Gina: Yes, please do give Mary a shove, right onto the third rail.
I never bought Olive's parents' lovey-dovey behaviour. It seemed too over the top and intended for public consumption. So I'm betting that they're having marital problems, and Olive's tummy brain has told her to call on Mary for her patented brand of romantic meddling.
May I be the first to say "tee hee"?
I really hope this ends with Olive at the bottom of the YMCA swimming pool and Mary doing another glorious swan dive to save her.
Jeff continues to be delighted by Mary's upcoming absence. "How long you're needed? Take all the time you want! Months - heck, stay a year! I'll be fine, raising money for Peace Village with my new (ahem) 'consultant.'"
I'm willing to bet money that we see a floating head of Olive in the clouds this weekend.
I might be in NYC in February. No doubt Mary will still be there. I will try to push her into the Hudson.
If Jeff's fish-through-the-head ploy doesn't work to get Mary's attention, he could always hit her with the pineapple and the hand grenade that are on the table.
Mary, who is always correct, has a napkin on her lap (not visible in today's strip, but surely there), and that is an extra napkin on the table.
Panel of the Year! Panel of the Year! Panel of the Year!
oh please!
Is the blue fish talking, or is it Dr. Jeff? I'm confused.
I thought the 6-fingered man was dispatched by Inigo Montoya for "keeling" his father. More confusion.
They seem to be already yelling - the text is all in caps. But I guess the words "sensitive", "guidance" and "yours" must be shouted even louder, since they are boldface. That's the way I hear it in my mind's ear anyway. Day after day, certain words shouted louder than the rest. It's almost painful.
Perhaps the blue fish is some type of parasitic fish, eating its way through Jeff's head. His facial expression says it all. Brain....gone....
SATURDAY: Although a fish may pass through Jeff's head unharmed, a fish will enter Mary's head and never leave, content to swim forever in a sea of platitudes.
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