This week’s arc has jettisoned any semblance of narrative or drama. Funky gets sassed by his physical therapist. Funky moans to Les. Funky checks the answering machine. I can’t even snark on this…it’s so boring as to fly below the snark radar.
Author: TFHackett
Oh, Hell Gnaw
Funky’s strange convalescence continues. Sitting around the house bored? Was he not just last week dashing around Montoni’s, twisting Les’ arm to have his party there? And ordering champagne? Or was that another head-trauma induced dream? The punchline makes no sense either: there’s no need to “gnaw a leg off”; in fact, that would make escaping more difficult.
Following this strip is nearly as grueling as actual physical therapy. Ponderous, man…effin’ ponderous.
Smirk Therapy
The Funkmeister suffers more maltreatment at the hands of those entrusted with his care. To be fair, I wouldn’t know how to answer his second question either. “Break it down a little” for you? Really, what part doesn’t Funky get?
Water You Saying?
That’s some bedside manner you got there, Mr. Nameless Male Physical Therapist: “Hmmm…must come up with some small talk to break the ice with this fat old douchebag…‘Nice neckbrace’, no, no, that’ll get him mad. ‘Nice t-shirt’? Noooo…wait, I got it…”
“Ahem. Nice water bottle.”
“Ahh, screw you.”
Read-undancy
As the Pizza Summit drags on, Les’ Harem of Two cannot get enough of The Grounded One’s wisdom. We learn that as a kid he was, what else? a fan of comic books. But rather than stash his comix away as a hedge against economic uncertainty, Little Lester would endlessly re-read them, “always hoping that the endings would change.” But didn’t Einstein once say that “The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results”? So much for Les being the last sane person on the planet.
Les’ point about writing one’s own endings, though, should strike a chord with readers of this blog. A number of you have come up with some endings of your own: a lesbian affair for Summer…a catfight between Cayla and Susan…Wally going out with guns blazing…all of these more compelling and plausible than the “endings” that TB makes us “earn”.
Bonus maddening detail: Les has been wearing what looks like a yellow Livestrong bracelet on his left wrist that seemingly appears and disappears, and goes from yellow to white and back. Nice attention to detail, TB.
Son of Stuck Funky 
