While Jesus healed the sick, Mary made some sort of deal with the devil to never age.
Congratulations to KM for breaking her own record for redundancy.
My heathen newspaper doesn't have the Bible quote that puts today's strip in context. Sort of. I don't know. I'm so bored I just look at the child from 1915, the loaf of charcoal bread with no wrapper, Mary's nose that disappears when she looks right at you, and Tommy's perfectly trimmed nails that he cut with the same clippers he uses on his hair.
Hey now; wait just a minute here, folks! This story can't possibly be wrapping up already. We haven't got to the part yet where falling in love and getting married makes everything hunky dory!
Oh, please! Let this be the end.
Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?
Wait. Is Tommy taking Suboxone, going to Narcotics Anonymous meetings, and seeing Dr. Leone? I can't really tell.
Oh, Tommy it's great that you're trying to get clean from that nasty drug habit that started when I took you to the doctor's office and watched him prescribe you Vicodin, all while I stood by and said NOTHING. ... By the way, you can call me Mary, since we're such good friends, and, as they say, with friends like me, who needs ... wait, how does that saying end?
Simpsons 600th episode tonight. I remember the show first aired around a month after this storyline began.
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