June 11th, 2009

Angry Candiru

Friday, 12 June 2009

Sadly, it seems to me that yesterday's sweet, cute, light strip was an anomaly; that means we're back to screaming, pouting and martyrdom today.

Boy, howdy, are we; we get a "joke" about verbal abuse from a philandering piece of crap.

Panel 1: As Annie towels off little Whocaresanymore, Elly praises her for having the guts to join up with the Foobiverse equivalent of Weight Watchers.

Panel 2: As she puts her son in a onesie, Anne describes the payment plan in Lynnglish; loosely translated into standard English, she pays the Pounds Perusers people ten bucks a week for their services.

Panel 3: Elly asks if Steve has given her any encouragement.

Panel 4: Since he said she'd spend 500 clams to lose a pound, I'd say no. Since she's inhaling a plate of cookies, he's right but he shouldn't say so.

Summary: She absorbs abuse like this because she married a noxious, lying, skirt-chasing piece of white trash who treats her life something he scraped off his shoe; why she thinks that staying with this sewer trout is a necessity is beyond me.