Wally Darko

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So it’s neither a suitcase nor a massage table: it’s a portfolio of her “art”.  Open the blinds, Mole Man, and feast your squinties on some etchings.

Rachel’s “cute” stock is sent plummeting by her Wynonna Judd-lookin’ profile in panel 1.

“I like it dark…” Maybe that’s what Les should tell Susan! (rimshot!)

"R-r-r-r-achel…you've come…back."

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Little Red Riding Hood has arrived with her basket o’ goodies and…a suitcase…at Big Bad Wally Wolf’s doorstep. Looks like once again, she’s not taking no for an answer. Sure is dark in that apartment.

Would Wally know what a “staycation” was? It’s a fairly recent term, and in the fourteen months since he was sprung from an Iraqi hellhole, he hasn’t exactly immersed himself back into civilian life.

Today’s post title is courtesy of Ralph Kramden.

Ka-bitch-nik

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(A tip of the SoSF coonskin cap to Mr. David Orth for a stellar week of guest bloggin’! I’m back, rested and rarin’ to go! -TFH)

Are the halls of Westview High haunted by Mark Twain’s ghost? Nah, that would be too entertaining. ‘Tis merely Jim Kablichnik, the Science Guy of Westview High. Jim really, really loves his job. Shudder at his cold, soulless gaze in the first panel…“horrific” indeed.

TB’s bio states that he was a junior high teacher before becoming successful as a cartoonist. Yet he depicts the Westview faculty members as despising their jobs, and the students as clueless, unteachable delinquents. It’s a good thing for his students that he chose another line of work.

As the stomach turns…

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Billythestink called it; where’d the picture atop the telly go? Vanished! And yet Pa Winkerbean’s chin triples in just one panel!

I for one, can’t wait for this week to be over. There’s no stilted dialog to make fun of, no “solo car dates” or any such thing, just a week of slow, boring time-killing!