At first I thought this was another variation on “Les & Funky are slow”, until I realized what was really going on here. Lo and behold, a pee-pee gag. First one since “Fred’s fake yelp of pain when toilet seat falls” gag from the stroke arc, as far as I can recall. Mild chuckle worthy! Les doesn’t have any dialog! (Although I could have done without the disdainful look in panel two. What a dick.) This is rare, enjoy the silence!
Son of Stuck Funky 
i don’t get it tommy,wtf ??
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I don’t get it, either. Was she taking a piss behind that bush, or is she thanking Les and Funky for not delivering another lame pun in today’s strip?
The only way this makes sense is if the woman’s relieving herself in the bushes and for some reason needs these two middle-aged lumps to protect her virtue. It’s not in any way funny and isn’t really logical because they’re running in a city park and not the middle of nowhere, but it makes sense. Sort of.
I really hope she was banging some dude behind the bush (Khan?), but unfortunately, she was probably urinating. Batiuk seems to be a font of jogging “humor” between this and Crankshaft, one guess as to what his new hobby is. Most women in real life would like a lot more distance between the jogging path with the two stooges standing there, and the bush bathroom. Like maybe 100 yards?
So, we’re to believe that Funky and Les are in some wilderness park far from civilization, rather than three minutes away from Montoni’s? This comic makes sense only if the anon-o-character is some kind of fetish person who enjoys urinating along public jogging paths, and if that’s the case, why wouldn’t she want them watching?
Maybe, given her dark glasses, she’s actually a blind person, and Les and Funky told her there was a copy of Lisa’s Story in the bush? Maybe the pattern of random leaves is braille for Les’ writing.
I honestly think an entirely dialog-free FW would solve 50% of the problem with the strip.
Holy frijole…the one time in this century Batiuk does a funny, and you guys pick it apart…
I chuckled. In Batiukics, that’s very good.
Ew, that smug little grin… Seriously lady, why would you recruit a couple of creeps to shield your urethra from the world? I don’t think anyone plans to sneak a peek of you crouching, privates obscured and leaking the day-old remains of your Gatorade. Surprisingly, it’s an even more off-putting visual than the guys you chose to guard it.
(I’ll admit I chuckled, but Funky’s face is really creepy in this scenario.)
I wish it were Less wanking off in the bushes and then arrested for public urination…..ET tonight does the story on famous author & Hollywood screenwriter being arrested resulting in his contract canceled under a morals clause..fired from teaching…returns to Montoni’s full-time writing new quips for the menu
Grown women whizzing in bushes in a city park. Such is the culture in Westview that Funky and Chemo-sabe there think nothing of it and dutifully guard the rancid bush. Thank goodness that comic strips are a silent medium, because we should know the sound they all hear and to which they all remain oblivious.
However, if you want funny, have Wally emerge from the bush with the woman snapping off a curt “Your turn, Les” (Les, of course, being the master of sloppy seconds).
Please leave the potty humor to the experts- like “Marvin”.
Greg Evans called… he thought this strip was creepy.
The best part was left out. I wanted to see her approach them and ask them to do her a favor. Now that would be awkward dialog which is TB’s forte.
This is a simple eloquent plea for more ourdoor restrooms in parks. Similar to the incident in Birdemic Shock and Terror.
I wonder if abetting public urination is a federal crime in a federal park?
Les: “Women! They’re just so fragile and helpless! So crazy, insecure, weak and irrational! This is a perfect example, you know.”
Funky: “Of what?”
Les: “Of the neediness and worthlessness of women! What would she have done without us to protect her?”
Funky: “Oh, I don’t know…gone into that port-a-john over by the gazebo?”
Les: “What?”
Funky: “Or the numerous facilities elsewhere in this tiny patch of greenery surrounded by one butt-ugly little town. The weird thing is, shouldn’t -I- be the one having to skip off into the bushes and relieve myself constantly? What with my swollen, injur-”
Les: “Stop…STOP!” *whimpers*
Funky: “Gee, Les. I forgot how delicate you were.” *smirk*