Wilbur gets in trouble
when he salsas, just like those Frenchies if a wave crashes over them! I'm watching them and worried about burning paws on hot sand, drinking too much salt water, sun burned noses and even drowning. I care more about the dogs than the puppy love growing on the shore.
Oh noooo. I do believe we're in for another round of Pina Coladas.
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Carol’s “OH.” In the first panel may be the first time someone has used a period rather than an exclamation point in MW history. Go on, Wilbur, tell her more about your collection of boxing highlights on Betamax!
ReplyDeleteRats, a missed opportunity for a floating head of Fabiana when Wilbur hears “salsa dance.” He’s so taken aback that he can only say “UM…,”with not even a pivot to “But I love chips and salsa! Especially those blue corn chips!”
ReplyDeleteThat's right, Wilbur. Bring up an activity that you used to do with your "Ex". Smooth as usual..
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ReplyDeleteYeah, Wilbur casually slides in a reference to his "ex" just to advertise the fact that at one time there was a woman who found him tolerable (if only temporarily), so see? . . . he's not just some total loser.
Otherwise, instead of at least feigning interest in what each other likes, they both shut it down and dismiss it out of hand. But maybe they figure they're both too old to waste time being polite.
-- Scottie McW.
I’m more interested in the dogs, too. Especially their disconcerting habit of striking mirror-image poses.
ReplyDeleteSo let me get this straight. Wilbur burns out another relationship (Estelle) with his boorish behavior. But then he fantasizes that if he buys a dog because he thinks they're "chick magnets," and if he takes it to the dog park, he'll meet the love of his life within hours. Then, he actually buys a dog, it turns out to be a chick magnet, and when he takes it to the dog park he meets the love of his life within hours?
ReplyDeleteI can no longer withhold my disbelief. I long for the dramatic realism of Apartment 3G. Plus, life should never go well for Wilbur.
Wilbur: Say, do you like boxing? I’ve got two tickets for the big fight next week!
ReplyDeleteCarol: Fisticuffs? You can’t be serious. Physical violence makes me ill.
Wilbur: Okay. What about a movie some night? There are some great new films playing.
Carol: No, I can’t. I have claustrophobia. I wouldn’t be comfortable in a theatre.
Wilbur: Well, I guess we could check out that new exhibit at Santa Royale Museum.
Carol: I wouldn’t want to chance it. I have a severe allergy to mold and mildew.
Wilbur: Hey, maybe you’d like to go have a drink somewhere after we leave the beach?
Carol: Sorry, Wilbur. I’m a recovering alcoholic.
Wilbur: Well, how about we just grab some dinner later? I know a great burger place!
Carol: Sorry, Wilbur. I don’t eat red meat.
Wilbur: Oh. Then how about some sushi at that new Japanese restaurant?
Carol: Oh, definitely not sushi. I had some last month and it gave me an awful case of worms.
Wilbur: Worms, huh? I don’t suppose you like to fish?
Whooosh.
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Well I'm not worried about those amazing dogs drowning. They apparently can walk on water.
ReplyDeleteHelenClark, that was inspired! Thanks for the laughs.
ReplyDeleteKitKat - Glad you enjoyed. My inspiration came from one of my favorite old jokes from about 40 years ago. I wish I could share it, but it's definitely not family friendly!
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Wilbur and another Salsa Dancer with her "brother".
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ReplyDeleteWas it this joke? Two country boys pass each other walking through the woods: Hey, Zeke, where ya going? Fishing. Ya got worms? Yeah, but I’m going anyway.
Meg - Nope, but that's another good oldie. No, I'm afraid I can't share mine on a family friendly blog. But I bet some of you would remember it. It had to do with a couple honeymooning in the Poconos.
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Don't forget the boxing Wilbur babies!
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