"No! STOP, Adam! Let's let Wanders and his dear readers complete your sentence for you."
Okay, here's mine: "Terry, will you massage my corn?"
Have fun, everyone!
"No! STOP, Adam! Let's let Wanders and his dear readers complete your sentence for you."
Okay, here's mine: "Terry, will you massage my corn?"
Have fun, everyone!
For years to come, I will remember that for one small panel, on one special day, a Mary Worth character spoke like an actual human being. This is not that day.
I can't wait to see what romantic gesture Adam comes up with next, but if it involves his cane, a top hat, and a little soft shoe dance, I'm gonna demand that Terry marry this guy on the spot!
C'mon, Adam! Terry's making a very worthy attempt to sound like an actual human being. At least meet her halfway!
In many ways, the complex facets of Adam's personality remind me of lots of different bumper stickers.
After Adam's tremendous show of masculinity, their feelings are so intense and shameful that they're too embarrassed to call each other by their first names.
You know who really deserves a prize? The guy who stacked those cones. If Adam manages to get one of his three balls even relatively near the target, the breeze should blow them over. Of course, these things are always fixed. They make it look easy, like having to throw from two feet away, but the balls are often improperly balanced, the cones are welded together, and there are dogs hiding under the counter that jump up and catch your ball in mid-flight. Always a rip off.
It's always cute when a couple has differing views on roller coasters. However, this is clearly not your typical cliche. It has been well established that Terry loves heights, but Adam, too, is an adventurous soul, with a hot air balloon pilot's license and a penchant for hilltop eateries. We must conclude that Adam's disgust lies in the fact that they are riding the Rocket Woman roller coaster (as indicated by the Rocket Woman logo on the front coaster car), and Adam used to date Rocket Woman before he met Terry, a.k.a. Teflon Girl. It was a really bad break up.
Holy blast valve! They are flying that thing themselves. I guess that isn't beyond the realm of imagination. Balloon Excelsior in Manteca, California, is just one of many licensed balloon pilot training programs. For $2,200, plus your own balloon, equipment, propane, insurance, chase vehicle and crew, you can get the FAA required 10 hours of ground training and 10 hours of flight to qualify for your Private Pilot Certificate under Federal Aviation Regulation (FAR) Part 61.
The past eight years have been a blank for Adam, and balloon pilot school is the first missing piece of that puzzle.
"On our first day as Just Friends, I'm taking you on the most Over-the-Top, Trying-too-Hard date ever. And I don't even know how to fly this thing!"
Clearly, Adam is confused by the terms of this agreement, but can you blame him? I would be too. We will go out together as friends for a month or two to see if we should be a couple again? I have no idea what any of that blather means. Are couples not friends? Are two people on a date not a couple? Define your terms, Terry. Define your terms! And in two months, where will we be? Sitting on this same Blah Blah Bench with absolutely no progress made in this alleged story.
"Adam, the last time you pressured me into a relationship, you ended up being the Congress-Man's evil henchman, and I had to throw you out a window. You broke my heart, Adam. You broke my heart. I won't let you pressure me again."
As Terry and Adam drive through the wilderness surrounding Santa Royale, they come across a lone bench sitting in moonlight. Thank heaven! Now they have a place where they can sit and talk. Whew.
"Do you remember how we always liked to go under cover and dress up in costumes? Shave your head and meet me outside, Daddy Warbucks. We're going on a stake out."
Nine days on that orange sofa has done wonders for Mary's scoliosis, but now she's developed a bad case of pirate eye.
"Work conflicts. He was the Evil Henchman to the diabolical Crooked Congress-Man, who eventually shot him in the knee. Of course, I was Teflon Girl. So yes, work conflicts."