Oh dear

I'm sorry about all that... I may need to take a little vacation from this. I guess it was only a matter of time until I hit my breaking point.

We'll see how I feel next Monday, but there really is only so much of this hateful beast a man can take before he turns profane and/or violent so I'm not holding my breath for that quick a recovery. Anyway, perhaps you should read this for now.

Fuck fuck shit fuck goddamn shit fucking hell jesus fucking pissfuck shit christ asscrap shit fucky fuck motherfuck goddammit shitfucking fuck fuck.

Marmaduke and his owner-man hate hippies, and large dogs that look like hippies.

Marmaduke is about to eat yet another salesman.

Marmaduke adds an Oedipus complex to its litany of featured sexual perversions, which in this strip alone already include bestiality and, of course, frottaging.

Marmaduke is being arrested by two police officers, one of whom has to be reminded to give suspects their Miranda warning. Marmaduke creator Brad Anderson's refusal to settle on a single spelling of the exclamation "woof" begins to border on infuriating.

Marmaduke used to date a hot dog vender. It did not end well, and his difficulty letting go is bordering on illegal.

Marmaduke's fat, elderly neighbor-man offers a nonsensical and asinine aphorism regarding Marmaduke's inexplicably misspelled onomatopoeias. Marmaduke may or may not have his balls caught in a sprinklerhead.

Marmaduke prefers bludgeoning to most other forms of communication.

Marmaduke is going to drink two bottles of Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill wine and deflower a teenage Afghan Hound.