“It’s an I.O.U. for an engagement ring.” Y’know, Wally, lots of guys decide to pop the question even if they don’t have the scratch for a diamond ring. But a written I.O.U.? Weak, dude. A two bit ring from a Crackerback jox would’ve been preferable to that. No doubt a Niagara Falls honeymoon is in store…fifty years from now.
Category: Son of Stuck Funky
Spit Tune
Having Wally as a member of the Westview Submarine Band gives Batiuk license to recycle all those band jokes from Acts I and II. While I enjoy a good band joke as much as the next euphonium player, the gag’s gotta make sense, and this one really doesn’t. The “spit valve” (properly called the “water key”–a trombone has no “valves” of any kind) is at the very end of the outer slide, and at no point in today’s strip do we see it anywhere in the vicinity of Buddy’s paw.
Home Sweet Trombone
Even though Wally’s PTSD is kept in check thanks to Buddy, he’s still not immune to midlife doubt and regret. Today he muses about how life “should be” for him and Rachel (and presumably her little boy Robbie, wherever the hell he’s been since January 2011). Or given his absent-mindedness around Rachel (see Wednesday’s “chick magnet” strip), perhaps the “we” Wally’s speaking of is him, Becky, and their two children, stolen away from him by Dead Skunk Head John during his captivity in Iraquistan.
All That
Sprawl Mart hardy har har. Fortysomething Rachel’s infantilization of Wally continues.
Studly Buddy
John
July 29, 2013 at 2:18 am
Wally: “I thought that maybe I’d enroll at community college this fall and get back to work on my degree.”Rachel: “This fall?!? You do realize that August begins THIS WEEK, right?!? You need to march right down there and BEG for a spot NOW.”
Looks like Wally heard you! Wherever this arc is going, at least it’s moving along. Wally has put word into action and enrolled at community college. Sure, book learnin’s important, but where will Wally learn not to blurt things out that will earn him the death smirk from Rachel?
Son of Stuck Funky 
