Walk Off Jerkoff

So the nerd who was traumatized by gym class now schools the class jock regarding sports jargon? Well, first…a quick Google search suggests that there is such a thing as a “walk off free throw“. And anyway, Bull’s obviously feeling good about his team and about being interviewed “on the sports news”. Would it kill Les to overlook Bull’s poor grammar and offer his old friend and coworker just a little affirmation? Ass.

Flowery Twats

(I really hope everyone gets the Fawlty Towers reference in today’s post title!)

Today’s strip might elicit a warm grin if not for the fact that so many Westviewvians, rather than just say what they mean, prefer to waste everyone’s time by speaking in riddles and wry asides:

“I’d like to buy a book.” “You’re in luck! This is a bookstore!”

“I’m in the mood for some pizza.” “Why, that just happens to be what we serve here!”

“Do you like the flowers I sent you, Cayla?” “Yeah, gee, thanks Les, you really went all out…cheap-ass mutha-…”

The Three Faces (so far) of Cayla, L-R: Her debut, Sept. 2008;
her new ‘do, Sept. 2010; Valentine’s Day, 2012

More Wisdom from Bull

If the gag requires shoehorning in an acute accent for us to understand that it’s not “consume” but “consumé“, then by golly, the gag is pretty weak. TB could’ve spelled it “consommé”; it’d still be correct. Not any funnier, but still correct.

In any event,  the look on the face of that Channel 1 reporter (whose last name, I’ll bet, is “Williams”)  isn’t a reaction to Bull’s latest Bushka-ism.  Rather, he’s startled to see Bull’s head suddenly expanding to the width of his shoulders!

Many Harry Returns

“So Crazy Harry is fifty-two!” No shit, really? Y’know, because he doesn’t look a day under seventy-five! Funky and Holly treat our quinquagenarian postman to a Montoni’s pie with delicious melted wax topping.

Say what you will about Batiuk; he must be a man of faith. How do we know this? Because he takes so many Sundays off! Great birthday tribute by the way…nothing says “happy birthday” like a reminder that “the sands of time are running out”.