Today’s strip is squick
Squick of the highest order
Gross in every way
“The Cosmic Treadmill”
“Yeah… that and in the shower”
These are words to fear
Why is Mindy here?
Is she unemployed or what?
A real catch there, Pete
Not that Pete is much
To write home about, Mindy
Well… he is a creep
Is Mindy working?
Why did I even ask this?
Just Funky works, duh
This strip makes me both
Want to take a shower and
Not, at the same time
Son of Stuck Funky 
Darin can’t bear seeing Pete flirt with another.
BatWad’s awful sub-sitcom-like banter should come with a “danger-may cause excessive eye rolling. If eye-rolling persists see a doctor at once” warning label. As far as the always-repugnant Boy Lisa is concerned, I think he’s protesting too much if you get my drift.
I tell you, this is high-quality boredom right here. I mean, this is definitive stuff, you could set your watch by it.
When I was much younger I was told you never discuss sex, religion, or politics in public. Nowadays those are generally accepted subjects, but normal hygiene is the verboten subject? Those wacky millennials right TB.
Today’s dialogue
Could come from axe murderer
Started with Pete’s mouth
BatNom sucks at a lot of things but his take on sitcom-esque bro-banter is just abysmally stupid. Boy Lisa’s repulsed reaction makes no sense here. A simple “now there’s an image” would have sufficed, but Boy Lisa flees the scene in nauseated terror, as if Pete was demonstrating his “manscaping” techniques or something. That reaction sort of implies that there’s something “racy” about taking a shower, which says something about both Boy Lisa and the nut who wrote this, but I’m not sure what that something is.
He’s just pictured Pete naked and it’s blowing his mind.
While the rest of us are blowing our lunch.
Pete and Mindy look like they occupy different comic strips now.
Maybe Darin’s first thought, like mine, was of Kevin Spacey at the beginning of American Beauty (1999)
Sadly, cancer alone can kill anyone in the Funkyverse, so Pete will be fapping up lame plots into eternity.
I guess that, just like the adding of the phrase “in bed” to the end of a Chinese fortune cookie fortune can turn it into a joke, TB thinks that adding “in the shower” as a third panel to any discussion can automatically create a hilarious gag.
Fap-tastic.
Dr. Funkenstein: Despite being a two-man operation, we only see them doing real work like 10% of the time… Way to be realistic, Batiuk…
Dr. Funkenstein 2: At what point do the goddamn women in this strip get taken to task for enabling all the refuse-to-grow-up middle-aged manchildren in this strip? I mean FFS, even Fally Sorth at least tries to rein in her husband from time to time… Whatever happened to wives being master of what is their own and cracking the whip once in awhile? Florence Capp and Loretta Lockhorn used to be the norm on the comics page, and now they’re antiquated outliers??
Well, there’s Holly, who tries to get Funky to visit the gym (because it is the one fitness thing he does that isn’t in company with Les?) but generally in TBville, women are either milk-and-cookie-suppliers or evil bitches who throw out comic books and seed catalogues. So a woman who calls her husband on his crap can only be an evil castrating bitch. Her role is to chuckle and accept that boys will be fanboys and girls will be enablers or else.