

Because the comics suck, but we read them anyway.


Not a ludicrous observation, or a snarky comment, but a good old fashioned joke like your grampa would've told before he stopped being funny and started crapping himself. Here goes:
There is so much wrong with yesterday's Marmaduke that I don't know where to begin. But let's ignore Dog Gone Funny in the last panel (I think we covered Kitty Korner adequately last week), and focus on the meat of the strip, titled "Dinner Date."

Themes of friendship and high adventure? *YAWN*
Let's examine Sunday's Heathcliff, and skip to the end to a little weekly feature known as Kitty Korner. (You see, corner is spelled with a "K" because kitty is spelled with a "K." Get it? It's cute!) Wikipedia describes Kitty Korner as a regular Sunday feature "where unusual cats in the real world are described."
I'm trying to decide which pisses me off more, Cathy or those Pizza Hut stuffed crust commercials where Jim Breuer shouts "Jackpot!" When I see those commercials, I want to punch Jim Breuer in the face. When I read Cathy, I want to punch myself in the face. When these two monuments of suck are pitted against one another, we all lose, America. We all lose.
Prepare to have your mind blown out your ass: the old lady from Herb and Jamaal has suddenly ditched her Star Trek coffee mug for a completely generic mug void of any movie licensing tie-in. If anyone has any information regarding this strange and disturbing development, PLEASE contact me immediately.