In his futile attempt to capture how nutty and zany “women” are, BatJerk has once again written himself into yet another contradiction…a stupid nonsensical contradiction. Just YESTERDAY Mindy was all sorts of nervous and insecure about her work, yet today she goes completely batshit stark raving mad over a mere suggestion. So she’s unsure of herself and worried about the quality of her work AND deeply protective of that work, all at the same time! Why, if I didn’t know any better I’d quite possibly assume that Mindy is at best a poorly-thought out character and at worst just plain stupid. But THAT certainly couldn’t be…could it???
Polish Joke
It’s hilarious because she’s a woman and you know how “they” are, always all insecure and mixed-up and such. Sigh. This is what happens when you hire writers who’ve NEVER WRITTEN A SINGLE THING IN THEIR ENTIRE LIFE. Then again, SOME “writers” have forty-seven years worth of experience and still somehow manage to cock everything all up, so there you go.
“Wayback Wendy”…man, that really stinks even by FW comic book sub-universe standards. That makes “Rip Tide” seem like sheer genius in comparison. What does Wendy do, go back in time and re-visit high school? And if so, why not just call it “Wendy Winkerbean”? Who’d even know the difference?
Git Errr Done
Happy New Year from your pals at SoSF!
And 2020 kicks off in typically grand bland FW style. The Atomik Komix gang are slaving away in the comic book foundry on New Year’s Day instead of watching meaningless college football bowl games like normal people. I suppose Boy Lisa would prefer to be anywhere but at home with that grouchy kid of his, but the rest of them really have no valid excuse.
Now Wouldn’t You, Barry Kuda?
Oh f*cking yuck. Just repellent. Are we to believe these two imbeciles are working on comic books at midnight on New Year’s Eve? Why? Oh…yeah…that’s right. Sigh.
I’ll Adeela In
It’s Return Of Son Of Son Of Garbage Week as 2019 finally almost draws to a merciful close. In today’s dreary installment, Adeela takes a pizza order from one of those sub-cretinous comic book imbeciles up the stairs in that fetid reeking “store” of theirs and wonders why architects with degrees from the local community college don’t seem to be in high demand right now. She’s in the Westview pizza mafia now and you know their oath…”sauce in, sauce out”. It’s really easy to GET a job at Montoni’s, leaving that job is another matter entirely. Historically speaking, 90% of the time you end up on the can or in Bedside Manor, but the perks (free pizza, financial leverage over the local comic book concern) can’t be beat.
Son of Stuck Funky 