*"Finest" being determined by an algorithm that works by picking what comes up first on a google search.
Hey! Wait! That's actually funny! Is someone trying to pull a fast one on me? When does this become the senile ramblings of an old man?
Ah, much better. I think when your name is Barfy, you have slightly more important concerns than whether you fit on your Valium-head of an owner's lap, stomach cancer comes to mind.
I've never seen a car with glasses, you kids want to try some gasoline? Also, apparently either Jeff or Bil Keane (whoever colored this abomination) has never seen a carrot in their life. God, that was a grammatical minefield.
That's not your grandmother. And that talking she's doing, it's to social services, you kids better split before they send you off to school with Gilbert Grape.
Their parents, realizing that actual television would just confuse these little troglodytes, decided to glue a still image to a cardboard box. Those deformed little imps have been watching the same show for 50 odd years now.
"Hey, Jeff! There's this thing called a Wii! Apparently, it's like fake sports! Do a comic about it!" Bil spat, in a grizzled, bellowing monotone. "What's the joke gonna be?" Jeff replied sheepishly. By that point, Bil had flushed the phone down the toilet and was wearing his shower curtain as a toga. Also, it appears the children caught on to the old still image trick, fortunately, the parents had a mirror lying around they tricked the kids into watching while they shot up heroin and fantasized about abortions.
Haha. Kids can be so cruel.
Billy's guardian angel did, in fact, get laid off and is in the bedroom joining the parents in their morning ritual of drinking grain alcohol and neglecting their kids. Also, who the hell entrusted these kids with not one, but two canines? That citizen should be arrested.
Heh, kids are stupid. Dolly can't hum OR get her consonants straight! What a little dumbass!
"It tastes a lot better with whiskey in it, kid." is what Dad would respond in a kind world. Seeing as this is the Family Circusverse, Dad's about to encourage Dolly to learn how to juggle using the coffee pot and three knives as balls.
Maybe it was a bad idea to send Jeffy to Black Panther summer camp. Have you noticed that in all of these strips, Mom is only depicted in profile, sporting the same dead look on her face? I'm starting to believe she's a cardboard cutout designed by Dad to feel less lonely. There is deception afoot, dear readers.
From the horrified look on Billy's face, I'm guessing that book contains a little more than "Geography".
They taste a lot better covered in sharpie. Yum! Carcinogens!
Seeing as P.J. apparently went Wolverine on the wall with his bare fingernails and is in the midst of a seizure, he might need more than a nap.
Christ. Have these two EVER seen a real human being? There is no other excuse for anatomy this bizarre. In this comic, P.J.'s ass begins about a inch below his possibly non-existent and extremely flexible neck. Bil Keane accidentally invented the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man when he was trying to reproduce Michealangelo's David. Also, these kids switch between having three or four fingers more often than the Olsen Twins change outfits. That's gotta hurt.
For a second, I was shocked that Billy knew how to read, then I realized that someone had given him a book full of straight black lines. Probably that mischievous Dad, trying to ensure Billy never learns what "High Voltage" means.
R.I.P. Bil Keane. And that's not a condolence, that's a threat. If you come back as a zombie, I swear a blood oath that I will make your re-death a slow, slow, painful one.
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