This utter dreck ran in a few Midwest papers. No artist named, other than "M. B." and you'll understand why. It's possible the strip was drawn by a teen, and his dad somehow extorted the papers to carry it.
I mean, this is incompetent on every level, aside from dad's physiognomy, and maybe the lamp. I am tired by the milkman! I shall pay my son to relate the conversation, then get blown out of my chair upon hearing the mundane details.
Did he think his wife was having an affair with the milkman? Is that the subtext? |