Showing posts with label You're Weirding Us Out Patty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label You're Weirding Us Out Patty. Show all posts

Monday, January 19, 2009

Elrod Continues to Imply Beastiality

1/19/09

This isn't looking any better as days go by. Unexpected husbands, shooing a reluctant deer named "Bucky" out the backdoor in the nick of time, frowning....Elrod's doing his best to make this look worse than it probably is. I'm sick of making fun of it.
Mark can tell right away by his monosylabic answer that Ken is a horrible human being. Frowny Freddies with a touch of the ginger and a penchant for blue clothing don't sit well with our hero. Cherry is too turned on by Bucky's gaze to say much of anything.

That Guy an Accurate Reflection of How We Feel After Reading Mark Trail

1/17/09


Don't waste your breath, Mark. Everyone in Lost Forest knows Patty should've picked up a "pervin' all over a feral woodland creature" permit the day she ran into that fawn. Now she's in too deep, and full disclosure to the proper authorities may jeopardize the massive amount of company she's grown accustomed to over the past few months. Company as large as the children she never had. Cherry is obviously intrigued by the prospect of so much company; Mark's reaction is more curious and angular, littered with strange creases on the nose and brow.

Speaking of creased brows, holy crap that guy in the second panel is angrier than anyone I've ever seen. His forehead contains so much rage, the pressure has carved an impossible line into his temple. He frowns horizontally. That's pretty fucking irritated.

So who is this angry ambler? It could be one of those "wildlife people" Patty's worried about. It could also be her lumber-ing husband. Either way, someone's about to get punched.

Friday, January 16, 2009

The Trails Confront Patty the Only Way They Know How: On Horseback

1/16/09

Mark cuts an impressive figure on that white stallion, doesn't he? Clean jacket n' khaki combination, relentless posture. No wonder Patty, once skiddish and overly apologetic, now feels completely at ease and overly apologetic in his presence, even after he rides a horse into her backyard escorted by the electric-blue Cherry, arm fused to her hip like some kind of irritating, bubble-headed teapot.

Patty's intentions may not be as perverse as Elrod originally suggested. The jury's still out, though. She looks remarkably creepy with that shadowy buck by her side. Even Mark's horse is itching to bounce by panel two.