All the stereotypical regurgitations about lazy, leering, put-upon husbands and their long-suffering, tiresome, shopaholic wives that you can stomach.

Fantasizing Rose, Childlike Jumbo, thought-bubbled toddlers, cats, birds & squirrels. If it weren't so saccharine, I'd get diabetes just daydreaming about these sweeties.

As predictable as Skooby Doo. Should have been left at the pound. Please put ME down!

Take the Lockhorns back a few hundred years (please!), throw in everything you learned about the Vikings in kindergarten, and you've got Hagar & Helga.

I try to avert my eyes from that square sugar cube on the comics page. If I mistakenly stumble into one of Billy's dot-to-dot meanderings through the neighborhood, I look away lest I choke to death.