Monday, March 9, 2009

From the annals of poor coloring...

March 7, 2009

Panel 1: Blah, blah, blah. Apologies, contrition, forgiveness, hideously colored outfits…what is this, Mary Worth?

Panel 2: Now this is more like the Mark Trail I know and love: a gigantic two-tone pigeon terrorizing a small city constructed entirely of black and pink cinder blocks!

Panel 3: Look at Ken. As soon as Patty Frampton opens her mouth, his eyes glaze over and he’s gazing wistfully off into the distance. I wonder what he’s thinking?

March 9, 2009

Panel 1: Yup, because there’s no better cure for an ailing economy than getting gored by a deer. I foresee a sudden upswing in Ken’s lumber business, resulting in instant domestic tranquility and the miraculous return of healthy sperm to Ken’s shriveled testes.

Panel 2: I like Ken’s affectionate use of the term “addition to our family” to refer to a child. I think it holds out real promise for his future role as a father. I mean, anyone who can discuss the prospect of parenting with that sort of deep, emotional attachment is bound to be just stellar at it.

Panel 3: Ignore the tired drama of Ken and Patty, check out the hot nurse action! Yeaaah, she’s got some tests to do alright…with her arm elbow-deep in Mark’s pants! Imagine her shock when she discovers there’s nothing there but his bald, plastic pudenda. Poor lass.

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