Punk'd

In this JOHNSON FOLLIES Greg continues to be a dickweed jerkwad as he creepily sidles up to Mark while he's enjoying a quiet moment with his graham cracker and milk. Remember, we didn't have the internet, or common decency, back then--hence the random abuse.

Mark looks to us, the home viewer, as if to ask, "Why is he my brother? He may not be heavy, but he's king of the assholes."

In the last panel, someone(?) corrected the text, changing "I" to "He." Good thing I never bothered drawing these out in pencil first and then inking them. It would have just wasted valuable time.

Next Week: The Big Game, Brought to You By Cancer.