I don’t know how much of this almost-family-unfriendly conversation I can tolerate. First the randy Jared and Dawn, now the borderline kinky Jeff and Mary. If I was wearing pearls, I’d be clutching them.
It's not like this was Dawn's first boyfriend... Remember Dave? I fear a set up for another (groan) Dawn breakup story. Who wants to be Mary and Jeff run into Dawn and Jared on the boardwalk tomorrow? Nice chance for JB to do a beautiful sunset, which I hope spells the end of the current plot...
Jared won't dump Dawn, He's desperate. Dawn won't dump him. That would be rude. When the arrow points to Dawn again, Jared must die. Most likely in a Star Wars convention accident.
Sheesh. The denizens of the Worthiverse really enjoy "spending time together." Like, on a (pre-pandemic) crowded elevator? That's spending time with someone. Or checking in with your dentist? That's spending time with someone. Life is spending time. That's pretty much it's definition. Afterlife? That's "re-connecting" with Mary and her muffins.
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Ah, the original social distancers.
Have a wholesomely platonic evening, you two.
-- Scottie
So, will Monday's strip usher us into the pandemic era? I hope so. If it doesn't, then they're just being lazy.
Ha ha, you made me snicker out loud, Scottie.
I don’t know how much of this almost-family-unfriendly conversation I can tolerate. First the randy Jared and Dawn, now the borderline kinky Jeff and Mary. If I was wearing pearls, I’d be clutching them.
It's not like this was Dawn's first boyfriend... Remember Dave? I fear a set up for another (groan) Dawn breakup story. Who wants to be Mary and Jeff run into Dawn and Jared on the boardwalk tomorrow? Nice chance for JB to do a beautiful sunset, which I hope spells the end of the current plot...
I hope the thugs who attacked Terry Bryson and her partner are still working the boardwalk. I’d love to see Mary and Jeff take them on.
Do they ever eat anywhere else?
Mary: Let's try that new place on Elm.
Jeff: But it's Saturday! We always go to the Bum Boat on Saturdays!
Jared won't dump Dawn, He's desperate.
Dawn won't dump him. That would be rude.
When the arrow points to Dawn again, Jared must die.
Most likely in a Star Wars convention accident.
Sheesh. The denizens of the Worthiverse really enjoy "spending time together."
Like, on a (pre-pandemic) crowded elevator? That's spending time with someone.
Or checking in with your dentist? That's spending time with someone.
Life is spending time. That's pretty much it's definition.
Afterlife? That's "re-connecting" with Mary and her muffins.
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