October 23, 2009
Panel 1:"Ignore your problems and life is grand!"
Panel 2:"Like I said, grand!"
Panel 3:Not to put too fine a point on it, toots, but your deadbeat husband lost his job.
October 22, 2009
Panel 1:"Maybe this tiny cup of coffee will give me the courage to stand up to that big rockabully!"
Panel 2:"Fucking horny suburban housewives! Now that's the way to make money, Bob. So get on Craigslist and get to work there mister."
Panel 3:Yes, the last time. I'm sure this is going to turn out wonderfully.
October 21, 2009
Panel 1:Christ-the-fuck-Almighty! Twice in three days? Maybe the JS found the cooking sherry again.
Panel 2:Rusty hasn't quite mastered the art of matching up his facial expressions with his exclamations. Clearly, he doesn't give a shit that an alligator ate Mark and, in fact, is pretty damn pleased at the prospect of his putative father getting gobbled by a ravenous reptile.
Panel 3:I'm going to reiterate my comment from October 2. What the fuck is up with the smoke here? Under what meteorological conditions can smoke be lower than the fire that started it?
October 20, 2009
Panel 1:The JS had better watch out, it looks like Tiny is about to open up a can of giant possum whoop-ass on it.
Panel 2:"I mean, someones got to swim around and lure the 'gators to the boat!"
Panel 3:"And you'd better have that chicken liver bathing suit on!"
October 19, 2009
Panel 1:Either we are being given a clue that this whole story arc is part of Ray's Golding-esque death throes, or the Jackelrod Sphere (and its editors) needs to double-check the source of its dialog bubbles.
Panel 2:"But don't worry, either way. If he gets any closer to the truth, I'll get Tiny out of the tree and let him loose."
Panel 3:"You know, with stories about the giant, carnivorous possums that live around here."
October 17, 2009
Panel 1:"Well, sort of...you'd have to see him with his pants off to answer that question."
Panel 2:Why didn't Ray yell the "You'd"?
October 16, 2009
Panel 1:I'll tell you what, that is one small-ass fucking swamp.
Panel 2:"Well, Ray, I guess we thought wrong, didn't we."
Panel 3:"First, it was that purty, purty mouf of his, but then I really got to know the man...You know how it goes."