Gil Thorp by Henry Barajas and Rachel Merrill for July 08, 2015

Did Boo and her mom step on rusty nails or something?

Either Boo goes out and hits every batter she faces in her next game … or we just might get our fiery car wreck yet

Yeah, dad’s happier because he’s not around you two screaming witches anymore. And really, shouldn’t mom be benching Boo for the next game? We’re past the 4th of July now and we haven’t seen a girls game in a couple of weeks. Last we saw, they hadn’t lost and looked to be headed to the playdowns. Tic, Tic, Tic. The NFL preseason starts in less than a month.

You can tell in that first panel that Boo’s lunch was heavy on the garlic.

Have to love Boo’s logic — the only reason to treat people well is being forced to by your parents.

In all reality , meanwhile Boo and True receive rave reviews for their performances in The Taming of the Shrew now playing at the Milford Summer Tent Playhouse and Casino. Marty Moon asks them to be guests on Marty in the Morning .

Who the hell is that lady in P2 that barged into the house and started screaming?

This storyline is cruising along like a Massengill moment that never ends. I see now where Addison gets her, uhh, charm.

Theory: Boo was not planned. She was a ‘BOO BOO’. As a child she was called our ‘Little Boo Boo’ which as she grew up it got shortened to Boo. She was a constant source of strife between the two parents and eventually this is what led to the divorce.

I think we need a cameo by Marlon Brando to start talking about the “horror” involved in this apocalypse.

If I were the resident orthodontist in Milford, I’d be set for life.

Alright girls, say AHH. The great Carsoni predicts tomorrow they break down crying in each others arms as the emotional catharsis transforms them into Donna Reed and Shelly Fabres and Tru learns to “menage”.

Wondering how many saw the little Easter Egg in yesterday’s MUT? Today’s are pretty obvious. And speaking of obvious, it’s obvious that today’s Mopped Up Thorp is available.

In all reality , Grandpa Boo shouts up from the basement " I’m not the only one whose crazy in this family ."

Could we wrap this up soon, skip the summer at the club, and get right to the two-a-days? Bring back some semblance of reality.

Meanwhile back at the Central City Dew Drop Inn, Poppa Boo once again toasts his good luck in escaping that pit of harpies for only the cost of a used Jeep.

It finally occurred to me whose mouth always looks like this: Mr Bill. Oh noooooo!