Sunday Bloody Sunday

I have to admit that I've never paid much attention to Mother Goose & Grimm. I didn't grow up reading the strip because it wasn't available in our local paper, but I did watch the cartoon from time to time, and I always considered the strip one of the better (well, certainly not one of the worst) daily strips. I never really liked it, but I never really found anything to actively hate, and that's saying a lot when it comes to daily comics. That all changed this Sunday.


See, unlike in today's times, in cavepeople times you could tell when a man had been hitting on your wife because disgusting udders grew on her head. In fact, you could tell precisely how many times a man hit on your wife because that's how many udders would be on her head. Soon these udders would begin producing puss which could nourish a small child for a short amount of time (maybe 3 days) until your wife would die, leaving you with nobody to drag to dinner parties hosted by your friends wives or company picnics.

Is that what's going on here? Does this really pass for a joke in 2008? Beating women? Cavemen? Back hair? Puns? Have we not progressed beyond this point?