Thank the Lord! We have an ugly and abominable week of anemic puns and malaprops at Dale Evans! I do have to laugh at today’s strip, where there’s a weird fern hanging above Crankshaft’s head in an area that would be just kind of randomly hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the restaurant. I mean we’ve never seen that before! Right? The conglomeration of shoddy art stealing slaves using the name of ‘Davis’ is such a stupid collective moron.
Oh…no… wait… we have seen this before.
Don’t know what Ayers was thinking there!
But surely Ayers isn’t to blame for Angie’s terrifying lidless stare and the hideously askew ‘Menu’ from Monday.
HA TAKE THAT DAVIS YOU HACK.
More soon to come….
Son of Stuck Funky 
3/26: Today, a hyphen where hyphens do not go to set up someone else’s bad pun.
That’s not a fern. That’s the best the local Dale Evans can do for a “Make Your Own Salad Bar.”
Still, I’ll take a week of Cranky, “muddled aphorisms” at the restaurant booth over another day of having a certain cartoonist swoon over his beloved Bristol Board.
By the way, Ed, I know a bright young reporter from the Centerville Sentinel who’d be happy to interview you for your autobiography…assuming you have a few years to spare and you’re willing to spring for the pizza.