Week Eight

Greetings, browsers of the Internet. I apologize for the absence of the Q&A answering on Wednesday, but there were no questions. I now give you, the comics:
Blondie: Dagwood sucks at gin. Mr. Young sucks at cartooning.
Bound&Gagged: A pun about backseat cattle drivers. I am completely sure that this joke confused at least half of America.
Close to Home: A terrible pun complimented by a creep eating a dead mouse and wearing an owl mask.
Crankshaft: The geezer's son is paranoid about nuclear war. Way to be deep, Mr. Batuik.
Dennis the Menace: Dennis doesn't want to go to bed. God, this kid is so unique it's scary.
Dilbert: One of Dilbert's co-workers is gay and in a relationship with himself. Good for him.
Family Circus: Billy is an idiot. I think we've already established that, Mr. Keane. But, just for good measure, for the next three Sundays, tell us that you know Dolly, Jeffy and PJ are equally idiotic.
For Better or For Worse: An image of Michael nude has scarred me for life. Speaking of which, why has there been so much nudity in the comics lately. First Pickles, then this strip.
Fred Basset: Fred likes to play. This dog is even more unique than Dennis.
Jump Start: The boy commits the unforgivable sin of killing a fly because "it doesn't give him nougat".
Marmaduke: Some idiot wants to talk to a dog on a forty year old phone. Why cant that fathead wrap his defective mind around the fact that dogs can't talk?
Mutts: Three terrible puns about the shapes of the panels.
Pearls Before Swine: This...this is the first time this strip wasn't good. It...it wasn't bad, but... THE WORLD IS COMING TO AN END!!!!
Pickles: Earl is delusional. We all know this, even though it was supposed to be hidden, like the Famiy Circus.
Pluggers: Idiotic as usual, moving on.
Rose is Rose: Pasquale is stupid enough to believe that dropping his own change in the shoe box cash register of his failing lemonade stand will help buisiness.
Sally Forth: The wedding. The storyline that Sally hasn't shut up about for about a month now. I have just realized that this giant stroyline is about a 65 year old marrying a 20 year old. I cannot believe that people read this crap.
On that note, see you all next time, where some will be loved, some will be hated and some will go without mention.