Careful, John. Olive's tummy brain can read your filthy mind.
Three years, same stupid cake, same creepy expression, same creepier Mary-obsession. Maybe Moy should have gone with a Ken Kensington reunion instead, or taken Olive to one of Dear Old Shelley's soup kitchens.
If you read JD and Mary's dialogue in the second panel in a certain way, a definite risque spin presents itself - eww. If Olive's tummy brain zeroes in on this (she HAS been exposed to her parents' endless tee-hee sessions, after all), she may hurl that pie right in JD's face. She doesn't want competition for Mary's attention - she sees herself as Mary's sole acolyte.
I just threw up in my mouth a bit and said "Oh God" out loud here at the office.
It's not a jolly holiday with MaryMary is a weird old nagFor some reason that is rather scaryEverybody loves that hag...John Dill is a creepy weirdoMeanwhile Olive is a brainwashed sheepWhenever Mary happens to be near thoughCountless amount of praise is soon to heap.Mary will mold them how she wants themAnd they will not see it any other wayWhen Mary comes byYour soul might as well dieBecause she'll warp it into a completely creepy other guy (Or girl)It's not a jolly holiday with MaryThat's because one Mary is enough.
Someone call the health department! Hairy arms like that should be contained with a hair net. Also, after manhandling the cake like that, shouldn't JD have a hand full of frosting?
just went back and checked the John Dill cake decorating contest-that was supposed to be an eight month apprenticeship with chef Pierre -Johns still there 3 years later???
A KK/JD smackdown for Mary's attention. That would be a hoot.
Yuck.. I just canceled my wedding... I'd ordered the cake from Pierre's... but now knowing why I was offered the John Dill special "hirsute" discount; I'm all set.
I can't believe how excited these last few strips have made me. An enormous pinkcake, a hug between Mary and John Dill, and now, today's thought balloon from John about how he's always dreaming about that dreamy Mary Worth! I have to come up for air; this is all just TOO GOOD!!!Also, some commenters were mentioning that the John Dill/cake competition plot took place three years ago. That is correct in real time, but how much Mary Worth time has elapsed? Two weeks?
Pinkcake! Pinkcake! Pinkcake! YAY! I would like a piece, pleeeeeaaaasssssse!!!
@DawnWeston'sEvilTwin Mary said right before they entered the bakery that it was "a few years ago"
I love how John Dill assumes that Mary regularly competes in cake decorating contests, as if she were on the US Olympic Cake Decorating Team or something..
That stupid cake looks like something from Dr. Seuss. They probably keep Voom around for cleanup.
I hope JD introduces Mary and Olive to Pierre, and I REALLY hope that "Pierre" is actually Pete, an unshaven slob wearing a filthy apron and having a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
SATURDAYTaking time out from this riveting Dill/Worth reunion to send all good thoughts to everybody embroiled in the current winter storm, especially Wanders and family in Maryland. Please stay safe and warm. If you're a commenter on this blog, and in the path of the bad weather, let us know how you're doing.
At least two feet of snow so far, here in geographically-challenged North Central West Virginia. Teddy (my dog) and I would have gone on our usual morning walk, but we decided to exercise RESTRAINT.
I second the comment of @fauxprof. I hope all of you are warm and safe. Keep us posted, please.And now for Saturday's strip: How peculiar for the Dill Man to not include cupcakes, pies, and cookies in the category of "treats." Maybe the treats baked by Pierre's Bakery are for dogs and cats. Fresh-baked Whisker Lickins, anyone? Just what Olive's tummy brain has been hankering for!
How old is Olive? Eight, tops? What eight-year-old worries about people gaining weight? She can't have learned this odd obsession from her parents, who keep fit and trim via endless tee-hee sessions. I think John Dill keeps trim dreaming about tee-hee sessions with Mary ...
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