That’s some bedside manner you got there, Mr. Nameless Male Physical Therapist: “Hmmm…must come up with some small talk to break the ice with this fat old douchebag…‘Nice neckbrace’, no, no, that’ll get him mad. ‘Nice t-shirt’? Noooo…wait, I got it…”
“Ahem. Nice water bottle.”
“Ahh, screw you.”
As the Pizza Summit drags on, Les’ Harem of Two cannot get enough of The Grounded One’s wisdom. We learn that as a kid he was, what else? a fan of comic books. But rather than stash his comix away as a hedge against economic uncertainty, Little Lester would endlessly re-read them, “always hoping that the endings would change.” But didn’t Einstein once say that “The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results”? So much for Les being the last sane person on the planet.
Les’ point about writing one’s own endings, though, should strike a chord with readers of this blog. A number of you have come up with some endings of your own: a lesbian affair for Summer…a catfight between Cayla and Susan…Wally going out with guns blazing…all of these more compelling and plausible than the “endings” that TB makes us “earn”.
Bonus maddening detail: Les has been wearing what looks like a yellow Livestrong bracelet on his left wrist that seemingly appears and disappears, and goes from yellow to white and back. Nice attention to detail, TB.
Les continues TB’s manifesto from yesterday. Interesting qualifier in the very wordy panel one: “I used to spend whole mornings in the summer making what I considered to be beautiful chalk drawings on the sidewalk…” Substitute Tom Batiuk for Les, and this strip for chalked scrawls on the sidewalk…It’s clear that our author considers his work to be a “masterpiece”. The rain, of course, represents haters like us who go and piss all over it.
Once again, Susan serves as Batiuk’s mouthpiece, preaching about the function of “art”, especially as it relates to stories about cancer. Meanwhile, Cayla apparently has checked her backbone at the door.
Oh Cayla. We feel for you, we do. Please: take your daughter and leave Westview for somewhere, anywhere, where you and your opinions are valued. Either that, or start throwin’ down, now, right now. What the hell happened in your life to cause you to allow yourself to be walked upon time again by people like Susan and Les? Seriously, it’s starting to break my heart.
Son of Stuck Funky 
