For the second time this month, we’re being “treated” to Les and Funky, running and complaining. Les, who typically quotes the likes of Hemingway and Melville, this week seems reduced to speaking in aphorisms, but still delivers them with that oh-so-punchable trademark smirk.
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Son of Stuck Funky 
Wry wordplay-based banter featuring obnoxious smirks and sarcastic rejoinders courtesy of two dipshit characters everyone hates. That must mean it’s Tuesday. Or any other day, take your pick. I don’t want to even speculate on how lame this will be by Saturday, but an educated guess would be “very”.
Where is a pack of rabid pit bulls when we need one?
Funky’s face in the last panel has the expression of someone who has just unsheathed a knife. Go Funky!
Meanwhile, Holly lies in bed at home, looking forward to her daily large breakfast pizza.
The ripped off line from “The Dark Knight” makes me think…of how great it would be for Batman to beat the crap out of Les Moore.
Why is he complaining SOOO SOOO much about Running/jogging?
And seriously, no one can run in those 1990 style thin framed glasses that Les has on. They would slide right down his nose.
And it’s not even that dark in the October morning!
Ecch! I hate these fools! Don’t feel that highly toward their creator, either.
On the plus side, we stand a good chance of Les winding up in a shallow grave under the gazebo.
What we need is the Eleventh Doctor to show up and say “Oh, look at me!! I’m Les Moore, I’m cool, I’m clever….WHOOPS!!! I’M A REPULSIVE DOUCHECANOE!!!!”
Funky hates mornings, he’s just like Garfield! And almost as funny!
So Funky is a fat tub of goo who is horrendously out of shape and struggles with the treadmill, despite having gone jogging regularly with Less for the past 20 years. It might be believable if we didn’t see them go jogging together several times a year. And it’s not like Less is some world class athlete. Somewhere along the line he made a transition from gym class failure to someone who gets up before dawn to go running.
And in P3, Funky be all like “Oh. A woise guy Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk!”
So that’s what that is. I initially wondered if TB felt he had not covered strokes thoroughly enough with Frd Fairgood.
These arcs are always a clear indicator to me that I can steer clear of FW for another week.