OK, I’ll just come right out and say it: this isn’t the worst FW gag I’ve ever seen. A little edgy (by FW standards), a little crazy (by FW standards)…if BatHam could string together another 359 of these in a row perhaps 2021 might not be so bad. If anyone wants trillion-to-one odds on that proposition, PM me please. Continue reading
Because “Weirdos R Us” Was Already Taken
Uh, I honestly don’t think “We Buy Comics” is any dumber than “Komix Korner” is. In fact, it’s actually far LESS stupid when you think about it. I mean would YOU eat at a place called “Kookie Kastle” or “The Ice Kreamery”? I know I’d keep driving, I can tell you that. But “Eat Here” or “Pizza”…that’s right to the point. A business like that has no time to waste on cutesy wordplay, they get you in and get you out. Continue reading
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Pulp Frisson
Man, I really hate it when I’m at the creepy local comic book shop trying to buy a copy of a ridiculously-titled comic book I’ve never heard of before and some Owen-esque little dirtbag excitedly blurts out the entire plot before I even complete the transaction, I’ll tell you what. So obviously I TOTALLY RELATED to this one!
Just kidding. Only two people on the planet relate to this one and they’re the guy who writes this dreck and the guy he buys his comic books from. Almost all FW gags are bad and quite a few of them are really hokey, but this is kind of the worst of both worlds. This gag was tiresome back when people were spoiling Shakespeare’s plays.
And check it out, is that a two dollar bill in that asshole’s hand? That would be the most Komix Korner thing ever, some big spender whipping out a fat stack of twos and buying every issue of “Rip Tide: Scuba Cop” in the place. You know, speaking of “Rip Tide: Scuba Cop” I gotta admit…that title just very well might be the single greatest thing he’s done in Act III. It really sticks with you, ya know? Way more so than “Starbuck Jones” (I’ve always wondered if that was an inside coffee gag but I think it was more of a dumb coincidence) or (gak) “The Inedible Pulp”. I quite frankly want to see more Rip, but I’m not holding my breath. Get it?
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Is He Live Or Dead, Looks Like A Skunk Died On His Head
Look, in panels one and three it’s snowing heavily, yet in panel two it isn’t snowing at all! What, are we to believe it’s some sort of intermittent blizzard or something? I mean come on! And why is the lettering different on the two windows? What’s up with that? Was keeping it uniform just too much of a challenge for this Ayers guy? Jeez.
Fat jokes followed by comic books…it’s pretty safe to assume that a pizza and/or marching band arc is on the horizon. I assumed that “one/one” was referring to “Iron Man” #1, but I don’t know, maybe John’s Iron Man dolly is referred to as a “one/one” by comic book dorks or something. Honestly I don’t care enough to look it up. I just wish the f*cking guy would change his shirt already, at this point it’s really more of a costume.
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My Dinkle-ing, My Dinkle-ing…
Twenty Twenty One may be just getting blessedly underway, but Our Winter Band Banquet is drawing to a close. I’m praying for Covid to finally reach Westview, Ohio soon, so that all those dopey, knowing smirks will be obscured by masks. Continue reading
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So Is Any Hope Of Ever Legitimately Enjoying This Comic Strip
The absolute bottom of the outtakes folder has been reached…or has it? I mean egads, man. Talk about a lifeless outing. There’s nowhere left to go from here aside from “equally stupid”…ideally, that is.
Stay tuned for a SPECIAL GUEST SUNDAY POST!!! Then I’ll be back for another thrilling week of, well, you know.
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Auld Lang, Sigh
Happy New Year to all! In typical FW fashion, BatYam kicks 2021 off with a soft, barely perceptible plop, like a soggy tissue landing on a damp bath mat. I’ve been doing this for a long, long time and let me tell you, this past week has been as downright stupefying as any week I can remember. Then again, I say that a lot. Continue reading
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It’s What’s For Dinner
Oh, that’s some real pleasant imagery there, Holly. I guess Westview doesn’t have a dry cleaner shop, which isn’t really too surprising given what these idiots wear on a daily basis. Suddenly the Winkerbeans are like a low-budget “Lockhorns”, something absolutely no one anywhere was clamoring for. Sigh.
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Bottoming Out
Holly really does have some awfully slender ankles, though. Much like with Montoni’s, Holly is kind of geometrically impossible. Ditto Funky’s “eyebrows”, which are very poorly rendered even by FW’s abysmally low standards. I think he should have replaced the word “holidays” with “decades”, but apparently that would have ruined the gag.
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Two Hundred And Forty Five Pounds And A Six-Pack To His Name
Um, yeah. That Funky sure is fat. Still is, too. This really got tedious fast, you know? Like I said yesterday, “Funky is fat” isn’t the worst FW arc you can get, but it sure would help if the gags were, you know, funny or something. I do like Holly’s comma eyes in panel two, though, as comma eyes are rarely used properly, as they are here today.
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