Ugh. Someone needs to confiscate Summer’s thesaurus. “Pachyderm in the parlor”…yikes almighty that’s just awful. Not even a big-headed kid as lame as Summer could utter anything that dumb in “real life”. Then perhaps Les could suggest a drug test for Keisha, who’s obviously been dipping into her mom’s Xanax or Thorazine stash, although I can’t really fault her for that if it is indeed the case.
Most importantly, though, someone needs to tell Mason to pay more attention while climbing those bannister-free stairs, because he appears to be a second away from taking a pretty bad spill. And you DO NOT want to get sick and/or injured in THAT town, trust me. That Taj Moore-hal is a death trap as it is, just ask Lisa. Yeah, I know she’s dead but still, she’ll probably be around shortly. Which reminds me, whatever you do there Mason, do NOT open the second door on the right because if the breeze blows out the candles on Les’ Lisa shrine, you won’t survive the night.
Son of Stuck Funky 
It’s clear in the last panel that Cayla has had some work done. And now we know how Batiuk depicts a “handsome” man.
So this is the Hollywood star: blond Jude Law with a sunken chest and male-pattern baldness. No wonder he looks so smug as he walks up the stairs–this isn’t Mason Jarr, he’s just some lookalike hobo conning Les into a bedroom.
So the Moores get a visit from Bob Hope.
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I think Mason’s expression says Enjoy the fart I just left in your living room, Les.
So, we’re really going to do a whole week of this “Mason Jarr the Actor is very famous, and the ladies love him!” bit, huh? All right, if you could just kill me now, that would be great.
Batiuk used to think that “wordplay” consisted of taking a commonplace phrase and replacing one word with its opposite. Now, he’s branched out and is replacing words with their synonyms.
You know what? This strange use of English must be Batiuk’s way of thinking that he’s more clever and articulate than all of us. Maybe Summer is trying (and failing) to make a sort of witty joke or something…? But I doubt that.
We’re clearly dealing with a man who’s never heard of TMZ because he’s too busy creeping on the airline industry. In the real world, the elephant in the living room would be Les wondering when movie actors being as impressive as crossing guards became a thing.
>>>those bannister-free stairs<<<
Building codes are different in Westview
And isn't the bathroom always the first door on the right?
@Paul Jones: Hey, yeah! Wouldn’t something like this be all over the news?
If it were George Clooney or Brad Pitt… or any actor with a modicum of success… then St. Les the Righteous Smirker wouldn’t be able to get out of his driveway. But we’re dealing with a has-been/never-was shulb named Mason Jarr instead, so clearly, the news media doesn’t give a damn, which is just as well.
And in all the time that St. Summer the Invisible Golden Flash has been virtually MIA since enrolling at Kent, all she’s apparently done is learn to talk like her father.
I’m guessing Cindy will soon be em-bedded with Mason, if you know what I mean.
@Nathan Orbal: It isn’t just that Mason’s appearance would stir up apathy like nothing else. It’s also that Cayla, Super K and Summer wouldn’t be getting damp thinking about some anonymous clod doing a movie about a funny book.
From that angle on the stairs, he looks like a skinny Giovanni Jones, which means that his comic book “research” is going to be repeatedly interrupted by a banjo-playing Bugs Bunny.
…he looks like a skinny Giovanni Jones…
@Old Man Miggle: great reference!
“When he started to write, Eberhard Faber came down personally and rubbed his name off the pencil.”
What’s frightening about this thought isn’t that the dead have been reanimated, we know that happens in Westview, but that Bob Hope’s real first name was Leslie and that he grew up in Northern Ohio…
I know this has been said before, but not even a D-List star would stoop to living in someone’s house. Part of being a star is acting like one. Mason Jarr would have an assistant and be staying in the top hotel. Then again, considering its’ Westview there are no good hotels there. Okay, but he at least should have a gofer carrying his bags up a friggin stairscase!
Mason Jar The Hollywood Movie Actor basically had two choices: Bunk with Leslie and the Losers at Taj MOORE Hal, or sack out in a room above Montoni’s.
I think there IS actually a hotel in Worstview. Didn’t Frankie check into one?
Overall, nothing that happens over the course of this arc can surprise me at this point. I still can’t get past some actor guy (even a C, D, or E-list guy like Bent Nail Boy) prepping for a role by traveling to Ohio to read comic books. This arc turned onto Stupid Street on day one. Don’t expect anything at all to make sense from now until the end.
Oh, and just an isolated example of the idiocy we’re being subjected to: When’s the last time Summer or Kareesha expressed ANY interest in ANYTHING male? Yet, since they’ve laid eyes on Blondie McDouchebag, they appear to be ready to dissolve in a pool of their own feminine excretions.
At the same time, I’d swear Summer was a dude. I mean, seriously.