Les and Summer arrive in Africa for their climb of Kilimanjaro, and if Les keeps this “I presume” shit up, by the time this trip’s over Summer’s eyes will have permanently rolled back in her head. Their driver immediately pegs Les for the douchebag that he is, and declines to shake his hand. That “establishing shot” of Kilimanjaro International Airport looks suspiciously like one of the first images that Google Image Search turns up. And speaking of Google, “African massage” does check out as a phrase people use to describe traveling on the region’s bumpy roads. Just don’t look up that same phrase on urbandictionary.com.
I Melt with You
As this week of filler comes to a close, Funky’s regression from little old lady to annoying child is complete.
How Can You Be in Two Places at Once When You're Not Anywhere at All?
Jeffcoat Wayne
June 21, 2012 at 9:53 pm
By the way, keep in mind that Les is about to head to the airport and fly across the world to Africa. I don’t want to spoil anything for anybody, but just remember that he will presumably be in Africa this time next week.bobanero
June 22, 2012 at 9:45 pm
Welcome to the Funkiverse, where there is no word for the concept of “continuity”.
How can someone who fancies himself a “writer” be so sloppy about continuity? Yep, here’s Les, whom we last saw being dropped off at the airport a week ago. Maybe it’s Les’ doppelgänger ? Nope. C’mon, who else besides Les Moore is going to look for a George Orwell reference where none would exist?
Snowball in Hell
Seriously: what are they talking about? OK, yeah, some people like to give names to their cars, but what is this weird superstition around choosing the wrong name? Where outside of this comic strip do people have this discussion?
A Car with No Name
“Nice car, Funky…”
“…Did you get a good deal on the lease?”
“…How’s the gas mileage?”
“…Have you given it a name yet?“ Yes, friends, only in the Funkiverse would that third question be the one that gets asked of a new car owner (ok, lessee). Indeed, Funky has given some thought to this matter: turns out that to unwisely choose your car’s name will invite a “beat-down”. From whom? The Happiness Police?
