This morning I woke up thinking, now that Joe Giella has retired, and June is such an excellent artist, maybe I don't need to continue blogging about Mary Worth. Maybe this would be a good time to hang it up. And then June gives us a "Floating Head Shop," and I'm ready to give her a Worthy Award.
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It's nice to know that Moy is a Beatles fan.
I'll have these lyrics in my floating head all day!
I get by with a little help from my friends
I get high with a little help from my friends.
From floating heads to floating meds. It has not penetrated Tommy's buzz yet that he'll soon have used up all his little "friends" and will need more. Desperately.
"Umm, Tommy, honey, you wanna run a brush through your hair before you got to work, I think you've got some . . . oh, never mind . . ."
June is entering into the proper Mary Worth spirit of things. First imaginary things start floating, then the food begins to look strange, and the backgrounds go all M.C. Escher. She already knows Tommy only has two shirts, yesterday's wife-beater and the ubiquitous rusty red. Don't even think about leaving us, Wanders!
I echo fauprof's sentiments: Noooooo! Don't goooooooo Wanders!
Wanders - as long as there is a Mary Worth, there MUST be a "Mary Worth and Me"!
There are still the riveting plot lines to comment on, don't go away.
We need you now more than ever, Wanders! Keep blogging, please!
Is it too much to hope for that a stressed and distracted Iris taps into Tommy's "friends"? Then Wanders can add "Mother's Little Helper" to the Charterstone Jukebox.
I think June is One Of Us. -- Eev
Considering that the only remaining readers of Mary Worth are the readers of this blog, the end of "Mary Worth and Me" would put an end to Mary Worth. That puts quite a weight on Wanders' shoulders. On another note, Mary Worth now looks like every other serial comic. I miss you Uncle Joe. Reading Mary Worth will never be as much fun.
SATURDAY
Jerry tells Tommy to clean the restrooms because "a customer had an accident". Uh-oh. Bad mental picture. Bad, BAD mental picture. Maybe it was a nosebleed? Yeah, let's think nosebleed. That's a little better. No lunch at Jerry's today, okay? In fact, I think I'll lie back down. Anybody have some Vicodin?
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