Mary Worth 2981

But, hey, it was the sixties in Brooklyn. Everyone had an arranged marriage.

The condo board has rejected my petition to add this song to the jukebox.

Mary Worth 2980

Death metal music is also gnarly. But hopefully, we can learn from it.

Mary Worth 2979

Grief is not a plot. The only way this is a plot is if either Mary is hitting on Myster Wynter, or if the two of them discover that they both dabble in the dark arts, and Myster Wynter and Mary Wyrth raise Bella from the dead.

Mary Worth 2978

Mary's really good at coming up with obscure quotes that are totally apropos for the moment. I can only quote television, which sometimes gets me into trouble.

"Friends joke with one another. 'Hey, you're poor. Hey, your mama's dead.' That's what friends do." - Michael J. Scott, The Office

Not really appropriate, but funny in context.

Mary Worth 2977

A blood clot doesn't sound like such a bad way to get out of this story.

Mary Worth 2976

Write your creative answers in the comments section, only here's the challenge: You can't use the words "salmon," "appetizer" or "shame."

Mary Worth 2975

"Myster Wynter, I can bring Bella back... All I will need is a patch of her fur, some black chalk, and a strong electric current. Oh, and your immortal soul. Would that be acceptable to you?"

Mary Wroth 2974

Your dog died, Myster Wynter. Would you care for an appetizer?

Mary Worth 2973

Mary begins to comprehend that she may have been responsible for Bella's early demise.

Mary Worth 2972

Something that Myster Wynter has already learned, but Toby will never ever in a bazillion years understand.

Mary Worth 2971

I'm loving new phlegmatic Toby. In my experience, most artists tend to be very empathetic and sensitive people. But not Toby Cameron. She's a hardcore, heartless alcoholic who paints evil clowns, and sculpts endangered species just to exercise control over them. Just when you think she can't get any more shocking, she slams another martini and cranks the volume to 11.

Mary Worth 2970

Toby hates animals. That's why she sculpts them in clay. So she can smash them in the street when she gets angry.

Mary Worth 2969

Tobies magically sprout in Mary's daffodil patch because they're daffy!

Mary Worth 2968

I keep thinking Myster Wynter is some sort of stage name for a professional wrestler. I definitely want to see him in a cage match with His Own Demons.

Mary Worth 2967

Oh, come on, Toby. You aren't that bad.

Mary Worth 2966

I don't usually make plot predictions because... well, what's the point? But if this story doesn't finish with a death match between Myster Wynter and Ian for the affection of Toby's steel blue galvanized heart, I'll be sorely disappointed.

Mary Worth 2965

Where'd all the swimmers go? I'm starting to wonder if the Charterstone pool is some sort of mythical subterranean beast that opens its mouth camouflaged as a swimming pool waiting for its prey to take a dip. The size of the pool adjusts to indicate how hungry it is.

Joe Giella never drew swimmers in the pool because he was aware of this trap, until Olive fell in and was almost eaten. June Brigman still has a lot to learn about Santa Royale, obviously.

Mary Worth 2964

Last year, Wilbur in a Speedo won panel of the year. But this year, I think he's gone too far.