Now Wilbur can offer a quick apology, they can sit down and sing "Reunited" by Peaches and Herb (again), and let the cat and dog howl to their hearts' content. Wilbur's an entirely new man.
Okay Wilbur, it’s your turn to cuddle Libby and gush about how adorable she is. Offer to sing a duet with her, and promise not to sit on her chair. Then you, Stell, and your animals can disappear into a Worthiverse black hole. That can’t happen soon enough.
He had his issues. At first all he wanted to do was chew up my shoes. So I bought a couple of cement blocks, painted them brown and strapped them to my feet. It’s a little uncomfortable but it’s worth it every time he bites them. Ha ha ha… You should see the look on his face!
"Out, damned blot; out, I say. One, two,—why, then, 'ti's time to make him stew in it. He is quirky. Hie, thou slob, hie hence and grow a beard. What made ye better than the scammer who emptied my bank account? Yet who should have known the tub of lard would have so many women willing to talk to him?"
So, anybody see Sunday's strip? What, did he just drop off the food and she'll eat it later? Or did they eat it together but in absolute silence? 'Cause all the "how have you been" questions are being asked as he's walking out the door. Second-last panel is the best: He says, "She couldn't get past the fact that I'm still not over you." (What? WHAT??) Sooo...It's Carol's fault, eh? Any ladies out there care to explain?
In my experience (and yes, I’ve had several dog companions over the years), dogs generally like to walk on their own. Why is Wilbur constantly carrying his “Frenchie” around like an inanimate object? -Shmoopie
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Estelle and Wilbur may have achieved détente, but…
ReplyDeleteThe Libby-Pierre War has just begun!
Okay Wilbur, it’s your turn to cuddle Libby and gush about how adorable she is. Offer to sing a duet with her, and promise not to sit on her chair. Then you, Stell, and your animals can disappear into a Worthiverse black hole. That can’t happen soon enough.
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ReplyDeleteWilbur's crest falls to the floor as Estelle says, "Well, thanks for stopping by, but you'll have to go now. I've got to get ready for my date."
-- Scottie McW.
He had his issues. At first all he wanted to do was chew up my shoes. So I bought a couple of cement blocks, painted them brown and strapped them to my feet. It’s a little uncomfortable but it’s worth it every time he bites them. Ha ha ha… You should see the look on his face!
ReplyDeleteHe’s had his issues, like magnetizing a chick who was less spineless than Estelle. Libby, you’re our only hope, engage Feline Revenge!
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ReplyDelete"Out, damned blot; out, I say. One, two,—why, then, 'ti's time to make him stew in it. He is quirky. Hie, thou slob, hie hence and grow a beard. What made ye better than the scammer who emptied my bank account? Yet who should have known the tub of lard would have so many women willing to talk to him?"
So, anybody see Sunday's strip? What, did he just drop off the food and she'll eat it later? Or did they eat it together but in absolute silence? 'Cause all the "how have you been" questions are being asked as he's walking out the door. Second-last panel is the best: He says, "She couldn't get past the fact that I'm still not over you." (What? WHAT??) Sooo...It's Carol's fault, eh? Any ladies out there care to explain?
ReplyDeleteIn my experience (and yes, I’ve had several dog companions over the years), dogs generally like to walk on their own. Why is Wilbur constantly carrying his “Frenchie” around like an inanimate object?
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