Apologies to all for the late posting. Wife and baby have been sick, and I've had no time to catch up on Mark's latest "adventures."
September 3, 2009
Panel 1:Mark may be many things, but I would never, ever apply the term "old goat" to him. It implies a number of appellations which cannot conceivably ever apply to Mark Trail, including: horniness, age, wisdom, facial hair, a giant nut sack.
Panel 2:"And yes, Rusty is a gigantic vag for naming his dog (or possibly his mutant hyena-pig...I'm never really sure) something so overtly vag-arific as "Sassy." And when you hear that coming from a genderless boy-wonder like myself, you know it's serious."
Panel 3:You couldn't just call and ask?
September 2, 2009
Panel 1:"They're here..."
Panel 2:"Um...Mary...the TV just ate our child."
Panel 3:"You stay here in the tree."
September 1, 2009
Panel 1:"Of course, we'll be forced to feed you to the alligators so you don't blab on us, but really, what's a little death among friends?"
Panel 2:I'm confused, is Bob concerned that poaching is a felony that can land you in jail, or is Bob confused that poaching might piss of his wife?
August 31, 2009
Panel 1:Having stood up to count himself out, Bob returns to his log. Having stood up with Bob so he wouldn't feel lonely up there by himself, Mr. S-L-S returns to his prone position.
Panel 2:Hmmm... yes, that's quite the dilemma. It's a shame there's no possible way you could ever hunt alligators legally.
Panel 3:"Yeah, if you poach an alligator you could be convicted of a 'crocadilian related violation' and that's a one-way ticket to the slammer!"
August 29, 2009
Panel 1:"Of course, given the choice between looking for more mill work and lounging around in the swamp, we prefer to lounge around in the swamp."
Panel 2:You know, Mr. Suspiciously-Long-Sideburns, if you got off your dead ass and stood up, you'd only be up to your shins in alligators.
Panel 3:Oh, Bob, you silly boy, you're so cute and innocent.
August 28, 2009
Panel 1:Little shit. Just rub it in a little more for your poor dad that he's an unemployed loser who can't provide for his family.
Panel 2:Wow, very Zen Bob, very Zen.
Panel 3:"You have three tries to guess what it is we're thinking. And here's a hint: It doesn't involve cowboy boots, massage oil, and a 10" monkey wrench."