Ring, A-Ding-A-Ling

Link To Today’s Idiocy

Special thanks to the SoSF team for steering us all the way into February! Time sure does fly when NOTHING WHATSOEVER is happening, huh?

Once again Guy McAuthor tackles yet another contemporary issue facing young whatevers today, as he at long last uses his delightfully poisonous felt-tip to take on the scourge of…class rings. Boy, I was wondering when he’d finally go after those evil Jostens folks. Nice to see BanMan taking off the gloves and aiming for such a deserving target.

Anyway, Owen (the inexplicable host of “The Bleat”…har har) is looking at this all wrong, as a class ring will be a nice investment that he can pawn to buy a new chullo or some valuable comic books down the line. And if he can’t afford one now, no worries, as he can always buy one next year or the year after that or the year after that. And what the f*ck is Dick Facey sneering about? Are the morning announcements cutting into his smug wordplay time again? And why is he dressed like a parking valet? What a dick.

 

 

Sunday Blahs

SosfDavidO here, finishing up my shift before passing the Bat-Tom to Epicus Doomus, who will be handling the Ebola Airport Screening Joke arc. As you can see, today’s strip is a lose-lose proposition for lovers of funnies and those that enjoy a scathing snark. Tombat drew a veteran with salad tongs for hands but I can’t say anything because I have the utmost respect for those who serve, doubly so for those who were injured in combat.

So, thanks Tom. Now we all just feel awful about everything.

Give Him Props

SosfDavidO here, still stuck in the sweltering hellhole known as Montoni’s Pizza, where even Funky’s sweatstains have sweatstains.

Does anyone remember? Where was Wally living before he decided to jump on the offer to live in the catbox above Montoni’s? Because judging from his more-cheerful-than-usual expression as the prospect it must have been underneath a freeway overpass. Thankfully he’s brought some stand-in cardboard cutouts of veterans in today’s strip to help out, though Tombat seems to be clumsily indicating the one man is in fact a cashier.