Panel 1:I take it back, it's clear that Mark does not drive a 1967 AMC Ambassador, because the Ambassador had round headlamps. Upon further reflection, I have concluded that Mark's beach buggy is, in fact, a 1980 Ford Fairmont.
Panel 2:You know what's even more amazing, Rusty? The fact that just a few seconds ago, you were driving along the beach with the trees on your right and the ocean on your left. Now, the ocean is on your right and the trees on the left.
Panel 3:And you know what's even more amazing than that? Now the ocean is on your left, again. That's one sneaky fucking ocean, flitting back and forth like a butterfly on meth.
December 1, 2009
Panel 1:A deer? That's it? And this deer isn't even particularly big. C'mon already. Mark's 1967 AMC Ambassador would make mincemeat out of the poor thing without risk of injury to the passengers.
Panel 2:You know Mark, if you're going to swerve to avoid hitting a deer which, I'll submit, is generally a good idea, you probably should avoid swerving toward a cliff.
November 30, 2009
Panel 1:Is Rusty so sheltered as to have reached his early adolescence without ever having seen the ocean before? And if that's the case, why not stop and let the unfortunate little fucker out of the car to actually try walking on the beach?
Panel 2:Christ, that's quite the look of horror. I assume Mark is about to pulverize a stroller full of infants, or possibly plow into a bevy of nuns who have wandered into the road.
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