Okay, so I have not been keeping up with A3G lately. My bad. I will, however, come out of my meditative slumber mid-hurricane to comment on this strip. Margo, girl, keep those thoughts in that pretty little head of yours! The blue zombie hoard that surrounds you can hear what you're saying, and they are laughing! Also, this is New York, you can NOT say the word "hooey" unless you're being ironic.
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So last I saw Margo was macking out on her dorky underling (professional!) and now she's complaining that LuAnn is head over Linsky in love with her client who she hate-loves.
When did this happen? Or more importantly, how is it possible that this strip is moving too fast for me? Am I suddenly a snail on a glacier?
Would New Yorkers really stare and laugh at somebody talking to themself on the street? No.
Unless they recognize Margo Magee and can't believe the juicy gossip about Greg Cooper. They might follow her for blocks. Ms. Smiley McSmileson probably went to call the paparazzi on a pay phone.
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