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Give Me Some Slack

All Gory, Lard, and Horror, to you Repulsive King,

Look, it’s been a weird week, okay? So you’re getting weird art. Tornados to the north and south of us. Windstorm here. Ripped off my parent’s chimney and broke four power lines. (But everyone, everycat, and everymoo in CBHville is safe.) Weird.

Maid to Order

Today’s Dinkshaft Double Feature is brought to you from the pen of Chuck Ayers, the words of Tom Batiuk, and the diabolical mind of TFH.

*Ha! Ha Ha! Senility is hilarious! Just ask Bull Bushka!*

*Ha! Ha Ha Ha! Assuming your audience will be predominantly one gender is both narrow-minded and unprofitable! Hilarious!*

Happy Birthday Funky Winkerbean!

(Do you know what a blizzard at the end of March, right in the heart of calving season means?)

(It means you only get an Anniversary TimeMop cover today. And I get to finally sleep after a day and night of coddling chilly newborn calves.)

This time last year, we here at SOSF were celebrating 50 years of this silly strip by exploring Act I and wondering if Funky Winkerbean would ever end.

Now here we are, a year later, watching something neither alive, nor really dead. The current Funkyshaftverse wearing old Crankshaft’s skinned face. A strange zombie creation. Ailing siblings grafted into one. Horrifying, reverse-engineered, conjoined twins staggering limply from one ashen grey, putrescent yellow, and sickly blue plotline to another.

And yet, this new amalgamation was born 51 years ago. So let us mark the day.

What rough beast, its hour come round at last,

Slouches towards Centerville to be boring?

Dives within Dives

(You see that up there? That’s what happens when you make parody strips on Nyquil, kids. Don’t mix Phenylephrine and Photoshop.)