Well, look who’s up and about. Continuity has gone right out the window, folks. Not only are we back in the late 20th century, but we went from twilight in Sunday’s strip to full daylight yesterday. Now we see the band members are still milling about the gazebo, so presumably we’re still in the same day. And Old Funky continues his out-loud spoken observations as he leans against the tree, ogling Britney Spears young Holly Budd. He’s right, kids: by the time you reach adulthood, concepts like “happy” and “carefree” will be totally alien to your lives.
Son of Stuck Funky 
