The date with Susan was going fantastic until, at the very end, Mark's "Sue" personna manifested itself, and that was the deal breaker

Reason #57 why newspaper circulation is rapidly declining around the Lost Forrest

"Sneaky" was crouched outside the kitchen window, pumping his fist victoriously. Once again, he had earned the right to his moniker.

Just when you think they've run out of scenarios to place Mark in bondage, they stun you with the Raccoon Vengence storyline

If an old gator bellows in the swamp and no one is around to hear it, does anyone really know what the fuck that would sound like anyway?!?

She was going to say "parking the beef bus in tuna town" but opted for a euphamism more fitting for a man of the outdoors like Mark was.

"I'm definitely into anything you have planned, Kelly," thought Roger, "except I'm a little nervous about your plan for that pan handle."

Kelly likes the wild ones, does she? M-M-Mmmmm!

And with that, Barbara officially realized that she and Steve no longer had anything to talk about. Divorce papers would be drawn up on Thursday.

This one speaks for itself. I'll just be walking around the room for a while with my hands on hips just to catch my breath.

Bargain price for the freakiest fivesome of them all!

Is Mark overreacting to this beaver assemblage, or are they in fact planning something quite sinister? Only time will tell.

Mark fails to grasp the concept of "being murdered."

I'm gonna go ahead and suggest that Tom's confidence in his friendship with Homer is misplaced.

It took Harold some time to get used to Larry's odd speaking disorder of having to scream the word "what" upon each pronounciation.

The crew would never let Homer live down those 14 unfortunate words. Ever since, he'd come home after work, put on a Tivoed Oprah, and weep.

The commissioner wasted no time: his hand was in the cupping position in the off-chance that Samatha gave him the nod for an impromptu breast fondling

An opinionated blackhead, or the artists have run out of interesting ways to depict two chracters talking about poaching every day? YOU DECIDE!

Growing up, the one thing I could always count on was the politeness of bird watchers. Now even that is taken from me.

Well Mark, sometimes a mommy duck and a daddy duck love each other so much, their love makes new little duckies.

Mark Trail, just moments away from joining the "Mile High Club"

"Did she just ask me to park it in her rear?" wondered Mark. It was the booty call of the wild.

Mark could last days without eating, but boy, was his tummy ever tempted by the crazy delicious oil patch

Girlfriend gonna get some Trail!

If by "teach me about bears" you mean ravage me with animal lust, then by God yes, I will teach you about bears

So when did Rusty turn into Mad Magazine's mascot? And what's with his photo shoot obsession? Young man, you got some 'splaining to do!

Mark's either about to play "Got Your Nose" with Cherry or yank off a dangling snot. Either scenario is troublesome to me.

It took a lot of courage for Bob to sit through what happened next. Courage, and countless hours of humiliating therapy.

Cherry's smile was disingenuous; she hated how pesimistic Andy's talking penis had become of late, and tonight would confront Mark about it.

Realizing that it is indeed facial hair which lies at the root of man's evil, Mark decides to simply punch it off.

Jesus, dude. Unclench.

There's not a single thing in this panel that makes a lick of sense. Although some future historians may see this image and exclaim "At last!"

Danny Dragonfly was beginning to look fatigued, and that worried Tommy a little, so the trout reassured his small friend that it wouldn't be long now.

Exploding goats? Lost Forest, is there anything that CAN'T happen within your remarkable woodland?

"Oh!" thought Cherry. "I've never seen Mark so heated, so ferocious, so.... mmmMMM!"

Take the Mark Trail challenge... can YOU find the one panel that's not real?

Just to reiterate: "Oh, my... Mercy Me..."

Cherry's descent into madness, part 1: Chronic schizophrenia

Cherry's descent into madness, part 2: The opinion of her onion

The carpet floated up and spoke his mind at last. He could keep silent no longer.

You and me both, my zookeeper friend

Did Mark just hear the words "little screw" and "bottom" in the same sentence, or was he deep within some wonderful, magical dream sequence?

Owls suck, man. Poor little mouse guy. F-ing "nature". I understand poaching now. Bring it!

Mark's pretty face. And oh yeah, more with the tying up.

I was going to title this post "Beaver shots!" but then against my best judgement took the high road

Sounds like this has happened to Zeke before

"Interesting" is not the word I'd use...

When did Mark suddenly show any interest in "Women"?!?

If I hear the old "looking for otters" excuse one more time...

The Vagina Monologues

This is what it sounds like when pigeons chat