Friday, January 4th
Seriously Evan, you've been inside for at least ten minutes. You can put the hood down. Would Margo spend the night at Greg's place? Has that ever happened in the history of this strip? And how would it ruin your surprise? Isn't there an equally likely possibility that she won't open her closet tonight or be too tired to open your box? The last panel is classic. Who wouldn't be crazy about a guy in a mustard parka who leaves creepy gifts in your apartment when you're not there.
Saturday, January 5th
I've always been preternaturally gifted at following the instructions on the back of the Swiss Miss box. In other news it looks like there was a two for one deal on his and hers mustard outerwear. Margo, isn't your spider sense warning you of Greg's creepy behavior across the hall?
6 comments:
I'm glad I read this before dinner. Gorton's fishsticks dipped in mustard and Swiss Miss to drink...mmmm
Greg's secret recipe is a packet of Swiss Miss Dark Sensations, some Hershey's syrup, some Allegro Drinking Chocolate powder, and light cream with Saigon cinnamon sprinkled on top.
No slap from Margo yet.
That's funny, my dinner was sweet corn and bananas in an American cheese sauce!
I guess I'll have some hot chocolate now.
I'm transfixed by the dichotomy between "What the %@!%@*&^%!" and "Bless her sweet little heart." The Gorton fisherman has gone insane.
WHAT THE %@#$!!!!!!!!!... Margo left her apartment unlocked and my plan is going accordingly. GOD #%&%#%^#@!!!! ##%^@#@ THIS %&@%! Bless her sweet little heart. #$%^!!
I agree with Gou, I'm not sure what host of mental disorders Evan/Gorton has but it sure ain't pretty.
I am going to go out on a limb and make a prediction that this is a bomb. Tommie is working, Luann (remember her?) is in Dallas with Ruby, and Margo is with Greg. It will go off without any injuries, and Evan will be fingered as the culprit. Of course, what i just wrote will probably be better imagined than what the writer came up with.
Jenny- if only. We know any threat of violence is best handled off panel, or is totally diffused by a cellphone call (see: Bobbie Merrill). Nope, I'm betting on a soufflé. And it's just going to be RUINED by tomorrow!
P.S. What the @$&#%£¥}:[
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