File today’s strip under “Les never lets an occasion for a pun go to waste.” There was a time when Les’ saucy bon mots drew a wry smile from those around him. At some point, however (Kilimanjaro?), the grins turned to grimaces over Les’ groaners.
Do you reckon Les sees his dead wife sitting on that empty park bench? On every park bench?
Once again, feeble Funky and lame Les have their fitness routine disrupted by younger, fitter specimens (last time they were on bicycles). Once again, they are forced to yield…and once again, they “slide over” to the wrong side of the path.
Trying to make sense of today’s strip, I realized how Tony Montoni must have felt when Darin came aboard and started yammering about enabling customers to order pizzas using their “I-Phones“. So fat Funky isn’t just a casual jogger: he’s actually enlisted a “Digital Trainer” to track his progress. I suppose it’s paying off, since these two slobs have enough wind to carry on a conversation as they lumber along.
Les really needs to get back on that psychiatrist’s couch, where we found him five years ago at the beginning of Act III. Yesterday it was the world conspiring against him; today he dares not show his excitement about the Lisa’s Legacy Run, lest he draw “unwanted attention from the universe.” Th’ fuck?
Okay…just shoot me now. Funky arrives at Moore Manor for what I expect is the beginning of this year’s Lisa’s Legacy Run story arc. On the plus side, today’s panels at least are cheerfully colored; a nice change after yesterday’s dismal scene. On the minus side: I may be forced to add tags for “Les’ blue Kent State T-shirt” and for every time a character uses the phrase “I rest my case“.
Son of Stuck Funky 