suavely deranged

I never thought I'd see this unholy day. Let's just say my innocence, such as it is, has been shattered.

 

Archie has married Veronica.

 

Poor, poor Betty Cooper.

 

She'll be pulling train in a week.

Jughead. Reggie. Moose. Hot Dog. Taking on all, shall we say, comers.

Hell hath no fury (or wanton sexuality and questionable morality) like a woman scorned.

 

Sorry, I got all misty-eyed there for a minute. Where was I?

Ah, yes...

 

Chuck. Midge. Good ol' Dilton. Professor Flutesnoot.

I mean, seriously, just look at his nose. He can satisfy at least 2 women at oncet.

 

But I digress.

I do that.

 

The important things to take from this are:

Archie is not, contrary to popular belief, fucking Mr. Weatherbee.

God (or whoever) bless Rebound Girls.

 

And Facebook Flings.

Namaste.