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Casa-Blahca

Oh, wow, way to go, Funky, you made your dad almost smile by putting on some old movie. Either that or he’s passing gas.

Snarkers, it doesn’t take much in the math dept to figure that dear ol “one foot in the grave, one foot on a banana peel.” Winkerbean is, at youngest 66, at oldest, what, in his mid-80s? To say the man is a vegetable is an insult to garden produce; is it possible TB is trying to write about something he doesn’t really understand again?

Maybe I just know a lot of 80+ year old people that can still carry on a conversation, but I don’t think it’s just me.

This is your life, Pa Winkerbean..

Any regrets? Well here comes one now! There’s your fat-ass ungrateful son coming in to spend hours and hours with you staring at a television set, ignoring you like always but at least now he can feel *good* about ignoring you because he’s in the same room as you. Even though it appears death is coming (Why a week-long set up for a character we never see otherwise?) it won’t be soon enough; Batiuk is going to keep your poignant tale on the backburner until at least 2016.

Where is this all going!?

Nowhere, my fellow snarkers, nowhere! This week is so deadly-dull that even the title character is looking at his watch. It’s almost enough to make you miss the Hindenburg-sized word balloons TB would use to espouse his rants through Les about how much society should pay more attention to his cancer-strips. Let’s state the obvious; he’s going to visit his dad. Unless his dad is dead or doing the Macarena because he just won the lotto we should *not* have to suffer through such a long build-up.

Get it? Bedside Mano—aww never mind.

Unlike the “Tar Ball” pun at the end of the Snowbirds week we get the pun early in this story arc. There’s so little for me to work with here… yet another mind-numbingly boring panel of “Funky Driving” surely to be followed tomorrow by the equally mundane “Funky Parking” scene.

Khan you believe it!?

Khan is back! Sort of. I mean, he’s there to deliver what I think is supposed to be some sort of wry observational wit but other than that he’s not doing much more than handing Rachel a pizza for a non-existent customer. I’m hoping this isn’t a set-up for a week full of Khan and Rachel getting closer and all lovey-dovey, ’cause we can only take so many love triangles in Westview.