C’mon, Funky, you’re barely moving in today’s strip! Faster, faster!
This weeklong walk certainly feels like a marathon. The problem is, being friends with Les means you’re guilted into going *every* single year, year after year after year. Like, it’s taken for granted Funky is going. What if Funky wanted to go to the Bahamas during the walk?
It reminds me of the “Death Piano.” in my house. It belonged to my grandmother, who passed it to my mother, who passed it to me. Has anyone ever played it for more than 5 minutes? More cats have used it as a sitting place than anyone has ever used it. But because it was grandmother’s, no one can get rid of it. Now it’s just a dust-collecting bench.
Son of Stuck Funky 
Putting out? Like Lisa back in high school (rim-shot)? Oh, the golf analogy…right. Time for a serious question: if Funky is running to prolong his life, why? He’ll just waste the extra years complaining about everything anyway, so what’s the difference? I say live fast, die old-ish and leave an obese miserable corpse, Funk-man. And stop playing second banana to smug obnoxious jerks while you’re at it, it’s unseemly.
The answer: as long as Tom Batiuk can mine your misery and decaying physical health for weak attempts at humor.
Since Batiuk is so focused on middle-aged degeneration, you would think Les and Funky would be hampered with chronic knee and foot pain after years of dutiful jogging. He hinted at Funky having prostate issues once, but dropped that ball, so to speak.
I don’t understand Les’ dialogue. As Epicus points out, “putting out” (as in hitting a golf ball) and “putting out” (as in letting the boys have their way) are both spelled the same way–but neither way really makes any sense at all.
–(Smacks head) D’oh! Here I go again, expecting this thing to “make sense”…Darn it, you’d think I’d have learned by now…
At the risk of being labeled a beady-eyed-nitpicker, I have to say that I have never seen any type of race where the participants wore numbers on the back of their shirts, much less the front and back.
“Putting out? “Back nine”?. Mr. Batiuk double bogeyed his golf analogies. For him that’s par for the course.
What I don’t get is how Les is still thin and lean, and Funky looks like the Marshmallow Man. Both of them have a 99% pizza diet, and it’s not like Les has ever been shown exercising at all. I just think it’s because Les is the stand-in for Batiuk, and he’s got to look suave and distinguished.
What really annoys me is that they’re talking like they’re in their late seventies when they’re barely a couple of years older than I am.
I really think someone needs to remind Batiuk that he has an ENTIRE STRIP he can put all his old man jokes in, and it’s not this one.
This is especially galling when you look back at the first St. Lisa Invitational Stroll shown in-strip back in 2007, Les and Summer were in New York for a different pink shirt walk and made Bull organize everything back in Westview.
Like a great many people I have never played golf. So when Les was talking about “putting out”, my fear was that TB was going to truly show us the horror of FW erotic fanfic.
Yep: we’re not talking about this kind of “putting out:”
Here is a much more interesting plot line from Akron: http://cleveland.cbslocal.com/2014/10/02/2-white-lesbians-sue-after-becoming-pregnant-with-sperm-donated-by-black-man/
Really, Less? Judging by the way your pal Funky is drawn, I would’ve assumed he was close to 80 by now.
As I said on Monday:
“Is Batiuk mentally capable of drawing facial expressions in a moment of mutual agreement between two people that DON’T involve one party cocking an eyebrow and the other party displaying either a dull smile of approval or a smug, self satisfied “knowing” glance at the person speaking?”
Seriously, what horrible, lazy “art.” Every other day the characters are giving the exact same irritating visual cue on their faces that just makes you want to slap them, not just for what they say, but for how they LOOK. This comic strip is just constantly giving the readers reasons to dislike it on every level.
“I just think it’s because Les is the stand-in for Batiuk, and he’s got to look suave and distinguished.”
I like this theory. And as I’ve said before, I don’t think Batiuk realizes just because a person turns 50 doesn’t mean that they and their spouse automatically become shorter, fatter, dumpier, almost unrecognizeable versions of themselves. Based on the Westview genome strain, Jessica will probably morph to look just like Holly and Donna someday.
Yep, TB totally shanked it today.
And why is Funky griping about the length of the run? IT’S THE SAME RUN EVERY YEAR thus he already knows how long it’ll be, seeing how he’s already done it FIFTEEN TIMES! Charity or no, I want to see these people killed by lightning or maybe buried alive under thousands of tons of falling leaves (leafpocalypse).