Nowhere, my fellow snarkers, nowhere! This week is so deadly-dull that even the title character is looking at his watch. It’s almost enough to make you miss the Hindenburg-sized word balloons TB would use to espouse his rants through Les about how much society should pay more attention to his cancer-strips. Let’s state the obvious; he’s going to visit his dad. Unless his dad is dead or doing the Macarena because he just won the lotto we should *not* have to suffer through such a long build-up.
Son of Stuck Funky 