Link to today’s strip.
I’ve not heard of a memory board, and at first I thought it might be a “In Memorium” thing for all the students who died and thus were unable to attend. Look at that giant pile of photos, I thought. The high school must have been built on a toxic waste dump from an abandoned nuclear plant that was built on an Indian graveyard.
Then I saw that Cindy had a photo of Les, so I guess a memory board is just a “here’s what you looked like before you got old, fat, and bald!” poster. But then I went back to my first thought, and I wondered if this was Cindy’s way of saying she was going to kill Les! That would be awesome, go Cindy go! At last a character whose dreams and aspirations we can all get behind. Here’s to a new era in Funky Winkberbean!
Of course, back to reality–contemporary reality, of course, with its issues–we go. Look at Les in panel one. Oh, oh, oh, poor little unappreciated me. Oh, woe is me, no one is capable of understanding me. Boo hoo hoo. I cannot understand why his face isn’t tattooed with bruises from the rain of punches he must receive every day.