Sunday, January 30, 2011

Good golly, Miss Molly!

Boy, talk about naked nepotism. Molly Weingarten makes an appearance in the strip.


It's like the Lohan family.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Nine across.

Argus, the Titan with one hundred eyes, would be the perfect Web patron.


Preferment.

One likes where one poops, and prefers where one lives.

There are all sorts of advancement in life.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Smackdown!

It's a seller's market.

Survivor, Old Folks Home.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Designer water.

We'll call it White Porcelain, in a bowl-shaped bottle.


Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Psyched.

Doctor has a dirty mind.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Debased.

The new SATs are to the old SATs as sandwich coins are to silver quarter dollars.

Not worth the paper they are printed on.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Possessed.

Bluetooth. Bluetooth. Bluetooth.



She's a witch! What else floats?

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Everyone switched to oil, gas or electric.

We are wondering where hobos go to get coal dust nowadays.

Must hang out at the power plants for warmth, like manatees.

Friday, January 21, 2011

She doesn't look Welsh.

It's all so stereotypical.

Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief;
Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef;
I went to Taffy's house, Taffy wasn't in;
I jumped upon his Sunday hat and poked it with a pin.

Oral contract.

She should have gotten that in writing.

A missed opportunity for another spit take.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Our strict poilicy.


He came over from Advertising.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

The Illustrated Peter Principle.


If he ever mastered the corporate directory, Duane would be an Executive VP.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Fee fy mo.


It's the Banana Song.

It's spelled Miz on the mean streets.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

It's Tex Avery Day!

Today we pay tribute to Tex "Fred Bean" Avery.

Note the the pig tail on the first word balloon.



And, also, the interactive medium in which Dabney works.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Whose sorry now?

He could be Laird Henderson.

The MacDonald. The MacTavish. The Mac'n'Cheese.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Jumping Jehosaphat!

23 Skidoo, Courtney. You better hightail it outta there.

Kilroy was here.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Please, sir, may I have s'mores?

Oats.
"A grain, which in England is generally given to horses, but in Scotland supports the people." -- Dr. Samuel Johnson.

A most grueling breakfast.

All the flavor of oatmeal, but none of the lumps.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Was there some broken glass?


Or a Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even? If so, Cynthia would rather be in Philadelphia.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Agape or agape?

There is a difference between open-heart and open-mouth.

You can tell that it's dead by the "X" on the eye.

Monday, January 10, 2011

I blame Dolby.

Everything sounds better on 8-Track. I miss the high-frequency hiss.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Best of breed.

So, what is this, a Mutts crossover?

Cynthia must have gotten into the Samples again.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Down-to-Earth.

At last, a realistic resolution.


I think he might have to settle for his own.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Thank you, Mrs. Boehner.

Tan-in-a-can runs in the family.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Resolved: Simplify!

Cynthia obviously knows too many people!

She needs to work on her suggestibility.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Resolved: No spit takes.

Second panel. Most resolutions don't last that long.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

You got to have friends...

And the chin-strap has to go. And the string tie. And the ponytail. But apart from that...

You can tell that she likes him.

Monday, January 3, 2011

The Kid Cad Club?


Except that Cad and Club are spelled with Ks? The Young Males with Horns Association, YMHA?

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Dirksenville, U.S.A.

That's before taxes. After taxes, it's $5 billion. With rebates, you're talking real money.



By the way, beautifully rendered fire and fire light, David. Very Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Going old stool.

It means that someone's movements are regular as clockwork.