Oh, that’s some real pleasant imagery there, Holly. I guess Westview doesn’t have a dry cleaner shop, which isn’t really too surprising given what these idiots wear on a daily basis. Suddenly the Winkerbeans are like a low-budget “Lockhorns”, something absolutely no one anywhere was clamoring for. Sigh.
Ha, ha. It’s funny because people over the age of 60 are forgetful slobs who can no longer take care of themselves and become large, wrinkly toddlers who need bibs when they eat in public.
All this week. our title protagonist, ladies and gentlemen.
There’s already a cure for old age in the Funkyverse…smoking cigarettes. It worked out OK for Morton.
It’s really a disgusting mental image. The mixture of half-chewed food and saliva oozing out of Funky’s mouth… Why did you
have to pick the word “dribble”, Batiuk? “Spill” is a perfectly serviceable verb, and probably closer to what you meant anyway!
“Well, let’s go someplace I can get some new stains. I hear the Pig ‘n’ Whistle is serves a mean dish of roasted shrew.”
And this is the note Funky Winkerbean has chosen to end the year on. The title character dribbling food on himself in a formal setting. Okay then.
Now you have me imagining Batiuk at his retirement banquet.
Still better than watching Les dancing with himself.
No one but you is going to notice that Funky didn’t wear his dinner jacket to Toxic Taco, Holly… just like no one is going to mistake Funky for Bobby Knight no matter how much he tries to dress like him.
Looks like Holleee got her hair done for New Year’s Eve party in Gasoline Alley.
She looks like a big kielbasa in that dress.
I’m guessing that we’re seeing more evidence of how much TomBa hates the title of the strip and, by extension, the title character. From Holly’s observation, Funky is either a total slob or is experiencing serious fine motor problems.
They Might Be Giants did it better with “Dinner Bell”