The count is oh-and-one; Muppet-mouthed Les is looking for a hit…here’s the pitch…Les swings and POW! right in the kisser! “Calamity Cayla” has struck again! If this was an animated cartoon, I’d loop that second panel and watch it again and again and…
Category: Son of Stuck Funky
My Mourning Jacket
“I meant the book jacket.” 
Les, you sucker! Look at him getting all “Aw shucks, this old thing?” in panel 2. Haw. In panel 4, an embarrassed Les shoots back “Oh yeah? That’s a nice blouse. Looks like a baby threw up his strained peas on you. Now getouttahere!“
Those Old Chestnuts
Today we’re hearkening back to the days when this used to be a “comic” strip. Les borrows one of Bull’s fractured sports metaphors to illustrate his lack of success with the ladies. In TB’s latest round of retconning, Teenage Funky sports a turtleneck, and is full of worldly advice on how to score, whereas we longtime FW readers know that despite his “cool” name, Funky was only a shade less uncool than Les.
Jump to the present, where the lifelong friends are so out of touch with one another that Funky is shocked, shocked to learn of this long-simmering love triangle.
Borders, Books
In likening himself to Hemingway , Les leaves out a key element of Papa’s quote: “You throw them your book, they throw you the money. Then you jump into your car and drive like hell back the way you came.” Although in this case, instead of money, Hollywood would throw the book back. After using it for asswipe.
I Got Nothin'
Son of Stuck Funky 
