While Mandy’s bland beau-to-be blathers blibbering bromides, let’s delight in the details. Well, delight is a strong term. But I am kind of amused by the sounds coming out of Amanda Lynn’s instrument. Mostly because I can’t actually hear it. If I could… well, if “ass” were a sound, I have a feeling that that’s what would actually be coming out of it.
I am curious about how she got the mandolin so quickly. There’s not enough time passing in the strip for her to kip off to another room to grab it, so where exactly was she stowing it? My dirty mind can think of two possibilities, but either one would cause her to sit funny.
Anyhow, twang poinng. I think I’m going to start using that as an all purpose greeting. The start of my long awaited personal language. Better than klaatu barada nikto, in any event.
