Focus, Wilbur! Stay focused! Remeber, Iris loves FLOWERS! Don't let a little thing like her PDA with Zak turn your brown eyes blue!
The third panel that was cut from syndication: Wilbur in another "AUUUGH" moment.Like Scottie McW said I few days ago, this looks like it will end in a murder/suicide, although I'm hoping Iris and the neighbors stage an intervention with Wilbur a la Aldo and Wilbur does an Aldo. We spend one panel at Wilbur's funeral and the next panel will be the Charterstone annual pool party where Mary brings something indescribable.
Not even an "!!!" thought bubble coming from Wilbur's combed-over head. Karen't Moy must have taken off for the holidays. She better not cheat us of Zak's cousin's wedding - there should be weeks of hilarity there, and I can't wait!Wilbur managed to fasten his seatbelt while clutching the roses. Or did he pick them up after buckling? If so, was he planning on steering with one hand while peering through the greenery?
"Karen," not "Karen't," but maybe this iPad s commenting on its own...
I hope June shows Zak and Iris doing the Electric Slide at the wedding reception. Hilarity ensues when Wilbur crashes the reception roses in hand.Speaking of roses, it would have been even funnier if Wilbur’s roses wilted like they do in the cartoons.
Life is brutal, fyi.
Today's Boldface Haiku is titled "Silent AAAUGHH!" or "(Don't) Say It With Flowers".
I almost feel sorry for Wilbur..... The bumper off his still Oldsmobuick breached up on the curb like it is. Hopefully he doesn't take the oil pan off backing up from there.Oh yeah, the Iris/Zak thing too. Gotta be rough seeing a guy whose face looks like your legs stealing tour girl you broke up with over the internet.
The parking lot at Charterstone is a hotbed of sex and intrigue, what with Zak and Iris brazenly making out like teen-agers, Wilbur following up his spying thing with his stalking with roses thing, and Mary and Toby taking it all in from behind the windows. Come on, Moy, don't let us down again. This story line has such great potential for shenanigans and slapstick, hurt feelings and bitter arguments. Let's get Tommy involved too! Don't let this plot die a wimpy death like you did with Entertainer Esme and the gang.-- Scottie McW.
If fisticuffs ensue in the parking lot, can "Blood and Roses" by the Smithereens please be added to the jukebox?
"Karen't" is SO perfect @kitkat, in autocorrect we trust
Wilbur with Bambi-eyes is almost enough to engender sympathy—if he weren’t such a consummate jerk. This situation has so much potential for “Karen’t” (oh, KitKat!) to squander.And kudos to Nance for solving the boldface haiku conundrum.
Hmmm.. How about adding "Don't It Make My Brown Eyes Blue" (by Crystal Gayle) to the Jukebox?
@fauxprof--I exercised a bit of Poetic License. Thanks!
('stylish' Oldsmobuick 'beached'....)Of course 'Oldsmobuick' is the only one that made it through auto-correct (no pun intended) correctly.
What a stellar song! Great band!
Had more the look of a sexy 7-11 or Circle K (strange things are afoot at the Circle K). Perhaps Zak is waiting for his dealer, Tommy, to arrive. Iris would surely AAAAAIIIIII! And please don't call me Shirley.
Everyone forgets that Wilbur dumped Iris for the hot Latina chick. He's an idiot in more ways than one
Put some mayo on the roses and eat them Wilbur.
These comments about Wilbur and mayonnaise have to stop. I believe that he is an extra mustard man. Got to focus on the details, people.Mary Worth and Me 1684, 9/25/2013
Saturday's strip, second panel - Wilbur: D'ohhhhh!
This will progress to "You're schmoopy"---"No, you're schmoopy" on Sunday eliciting the long awaited "Aaaaaaiiiiiii' from Wilbur. The alternate reasoning for the image in panel 2 is that the Wilbur panels have been in slow-mo the last few days, and we're finally seeing when his car hit the curb. Looks like the airbag is starting to go off, smashing the roses into Wilbur's face, fittingly crushing them like his dreams.
Wilbur thought balloon: "Looks like I picked the wrong week to give up hopelessness."Seriously, anybody else would no doubt engender much sympathy from the wonderful folks who publish and frequent this site. But Willie's such an arrogant, vain tool that he invites only ridicule. -- Scottie McW
"Love you, honey." "Love you, too." Say WHAT? There's not even a solitary exclamation point in there! This is what people who have been married for 20 years say, not a gaga googoo hot-to-trot twosome. I think Zakky Boy really does have mommy issues. He'd probably run away from a sexy babe like Fabiana or Entertainer Esme. I can picture him hiding his face in Iris's lap: "Mommy, she scares me!"Karen't Moy is doing a bait and switch on us, people - we'll never see that wedding. Mary will come upon a sobbing Wilbur, blubbering into the roses, and it will rapidly go downhill from there. Platitude alert!!!
I hope Iris calls Zak "Mi Amor." Then Zak can reply, "You a more WHAT?" It would also drive Wilbur over the edge.-- S. McW.
Wilbur continues to play games with his eye color. Today's we can't even tell.
Never before have I reveled so much in someone else's misery. You did this to me, Karen Moy.
LOL Yahoonski. Monday: Wow Wilbur just barge into someone's home unannounced with your startling proclamation. But since it's Mary's home, she's reveling in the fact that you barged it so she can bribe you with Kelk muffins and tea before the great meddle. To quote Ms. Bette Davis: "Fasten your seatbelts, it's gonna be a bumpy ride."Also Wanders, a suggestion for the Charterstone Jukebox: "I'm Not in Love" by 10CC
A sandwich throw from IrisalemWeelbur walks back to Mary tonightAnd though a million Zacks were smilingHis hair had departed to a distant planetTo play around a Bogota moonWhirling in a salsa of FabianessHe’s lost without, trueHe’s lost within, too.And all his mayo turns to mushAnd falls into the seaHe lost his Speedo tooHe lost his Speedo too.And from the dark tea-cupped salliesHe hears the ancient meddle WorthlessBut every step he stalked behind youEvery step behind youAnd every rose a thorny mealThe leavings of a masticated bouquetTell me how much youngerHow much younger?They say a meddle in Mary liesReady with her deathly stingBut the meddle will break his heart to piecesWhile Iris and Zack kiss as they do their thingThese are the sandwiches of hamThis is the scum of his infatuationIt would make a mess up of his lifeIf Iris is happy or Zack’s wife.And crawling and crouching in the dustStalking from behind a treeNeeding to rush back and pooBut too far from the loo –And never in his lifeHas he felt as unloved as he does nowEven the elephant seal in the Antarctic SeaNow no longer means a thing to heNo greater mysteriesIn all our historiesThan how Weelbur ever had love.A sandwich-throw from CharterstoneWeelbur crawls to Mary tonightAnd though a million muffins were on offerHis heart was clogged with many plaqueletsThat grew out of the mayo spoonThat he licked in hungry madnessWeelbur sips the devil’s brewWeelbur will drink Mary’s too.Though Mary took his columnAnd Wendy was sheHe should be dead, but went for bustFrolicked in Bogota’s seaAnd his Speedo filled with sandAnd Zack filled Iris, seeWeelbur’s fit for the zooWeelbur’s fit for the zoo.
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