Showing posts with label Saul Wynter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Saul Wynter. Show all posts
Thursday, September 16, 2021
Mary Worth 3729
Very inspiring! Well, not so inspiring when you realize that the absolute only thing Saul and Eve have in common is that they like to dress their dogs with matching neckware.
Monday, September 13, 2021
Mary Worth 3726
First of all I missed this gem yesterday:
Wilbur tried to meet girls at the dog beach. They were all dogs. Ha ha ha ha ha.
Sound the trumpets! Mary's gonna Meddle! A variety of muffins sounds very promising.
Saturday, September 11, 2021
Thursday, September 9, 2021
Mary Worth 3724
Here's another reason why Wilbur sucks. Two-faced. Lips together, teeth apart. Hates everyone and cats.
At least he treats Saul politely despite his inner disgust. The truth is, just before this encounter, Saul was thinking, "Here comes that buffoon, Fatty Weston. That bald pile of horsefeathers is going to rain on my parade. Better keep Greta clear; I hear he hates animals now."
Sunday, April 11, 2021
Mary Worth 3612
This is us. Desperately clinging, with determined courage, to the hope that tomorrow will bring us something new. But if Saul and Eve make one more appearance, we are here to support each other. Maybe with a great big cinammon roll and some frozen yogurt.
Saturday, April 10, 2021
Friday, April 9, 2021
Wednesday, April 7, 2021
Mary Worth 3608
Believe it or not, I could not find this exact image as I scrolled through months of this story, thus preventing a three day streak of regurgitated art. However, I'm sure the dialogue has been used before.
Tuesday, April 6, 2021
Mary Worth 3607
You should try therapy, it's much quicker. And your "friends" will thank you! Your dogs don't mind, though, because "dogs are great, aren't they?"
Thursday, April 1, 2021
Mary Worth 3603
If the suits above are the spring collection, and the suits below were being sold in January, no wonder Santa Royale's shopping malls are dying.
Monday, March 29, 2021
Mary Worth 3600
I can't tell you how angry this morning's strip makes me. And it isn't just because Eve paid for so-called therapy that she could have gotten for free from Mary Worth. It's because I feel like we are about to start this whole awful mess all over again!!!!
Thursday, March 25, 2021
Mary Worth 3598
I don't know whose picture that's supposed to be (Jeff? Gary??), but that is the best turtleneck I have ever seen on a man!
Tuesday, March 23, 2021
Mary Worth 3596
I know, Mary, it's almost unbelievable. Also, a few WEEKS ago? It couldn't have been that long ago... I mean nothing has happened since, so I assumed it was yesterday or the day before... Let's check. Nope, Max ran away on February 26. Almost a month ago.
Monday, March 22, 2021
Mary Worth 3595
Promising of what? Romance? Please, anything but that. I'm happy with the relationship where it is. Emotional support. Dogs. Salmon.
Saturday, March 20, 2021
Mary Worth 3593
I lose track of which panels June Brigman is recycling for this story, but I'm pretty sure this is one of them. I no longer care enough to look it up. I certainly can't blame June for not caring, either.
Friday, March 19, 2021
Mary Worth 3592
Greta is like a slinky dog. Even though Saul is short, she can still stretch herself pretty far to lick his face.
Wednesday, March 17, 2021
Mary Worth 3590
Of course it is no justification, but maybe Gary was just sick of listening to Eve talk about Max. In many ways, I blame her for Gary's stroke.
Tuesday, March 16, 2021
Mary Worth 3589
Talk to people? That sounds risky. I think you're probably better off just talking to each other and your dogs. Believe me, as far as therapy goes, Max and Greta already have their paws full with the two of you!
Friday, March 12, 2021
Mary Worth 3587
I don't know Saul... I'm not convinced. Is there something you can say or do for the next four months that could persuade me to believe you like dogs?
Wednesday, March 10, 2021
Mary Worth 3585
I find it absolutely charming that Greta is repeating herself. Woof. Woof. So appropriate for this comic strip.
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