Today Les continues to waste his agent’s time, asking asinine questions about language that appears in every contract ever written, then capping it off by looking disdainfully at his phone.
It's Called "Right" -ing
S.P. Charles
August 1, 2011 at 12:09 amSo we’re going to spend a day on each of Les’s (probably stupid) questions?
If he “gets” the part about movie, TV and theater rights, what’s not to get about electronic media? If you think that we, the readers are in for a rough week, query how Ann Apple must feel, having to entertain Les’ doucheball questions. I, for one, would love to see Lisa’s Story: The Video Game…in 3-D!
Legal Padding
Dear snarkers, I’m still out of town today, returning tomorrow…can’t wait to hear your expressions of joy over another week of Les. Have at it!
Bathtime for Buddy
I’m posting today from a campsite in NJ’s Pine Barrens (not so barren that the campsite has no wi-fi, fortunately). Not gonna go on at length about this relatively innocuous end to an innocuous arc, except to point out that TB sabotages the whole thing with that lead balloon of a “punchline”. “Wondering what a mind would sound like when it snapped”? File that gem under Things No One Would Ever Say, particularly if the mind in question was one’s own.
Get Yer Psych Dogs Here!
Another coping skill that Wally has gained is the abilty to withstand good-natured joshing. His comrades in arms have been busting Wally’s balls all week, with Mitch in today’s panel 2 basically implying that pre-“psych dog” Wally was a basket case. Which, of course, he was.
Son of Stuck Funky 
