C'est la Vie by Jennifer Babcock for October 14, 2009

Ah Mona, I feel your pain. And M. Smokey, you’re not helping any.

Mona, do you really want an answer to that last question?! Listen to M. Smokey: he is always true to you! (Mainly, because he is you, so to speak.)

Now, don’t bring God into it.

But did you notice how much freer Mona was when M. Smokey wasn’t around?

Notice how much stupider Mona is when M Smokey was left home.

What’s wrong with wanting to believe you’re loved? She isn’t throwing her life away to go run off with this dude. This is why I don’t share how I feel about a person to anybody else. It’s yummier when I keep it close to me, no negativity..

yeh, I saw a whole revolving rack of them in a south florida wal-mart—they were carved by starving adolescents in bangladesh for a penny each and sold to fat@ss tourists for a buck ninetyeight

wait, does that sound cynical to anyone?

nah!

The writing’s on the wall. Smokey has to go if Mona ever hopes to live a normal life as the anti-Cathy.

Hhhmmmm…the self-doubt…the angry look…the hair is puffing out….are we slowly getting the old Mona back?

I’m so happy to see this toon getting so much recognition.

Forget the silly boy Ryan.Come away with me, Mona,to the Casbah.

No, Mona!

Come away with me!

Forget the Casbah - I’ll give you 2 sea shells!

A seashell with her name on it. Yes, that really speaks about how much he cared. A cheap tourist gimcrack he probably got from another local for nothing.