“We’re back!” …to wondering why, if Wally was a POW for at least ten years, before returning home nearly 18 months ago, his son appears to be 8 or 9 years old, tops.
Nano What I Mean
It makes sense that TB would have an interest in the rejuvenatory potential of nanites: if anyone’s been affected by “the ravages of aging”, it’s the denizens of this comic strip.
I like how as panel 2 Jim speaks about making things smaller and smaller, his head has grown massive.
Home School
Susan finds yet another excuse to “just come by”. I do love Keisha’s expression of unmitigated disgust. She’s the only one in the room who sees this woman as the obsessed, needy, borderline psychotic she is. Mom Cayla just offers a resigned shrug, while Bull gazes longingly at Susan’s rack.
A Great Week in Westview
Here’s a link to today’s comic.
Bull’s a real taskmaster, huh? Summer just looks totally wiped after what must have been a good fifteen or twenty minutes on Les’ Barcalounger, swinging her calf while Bull counted to 2 on his fingers. She’ll be “ripped” in no time. More like her chances of a full recovery and of a basketball scholarship are being “ripped” away from her. Les, if you won’t seek professional help for your issues, at least get a pro to work on your daughter’s.
None of it matters, though, because as these panels from this week attest, everything is Just. Effin’. Great:
Beat It
Your link to today’s comic is here.
In a flashback, Bully Bull Bushka is about to make Helmet Head Les spit bloody Chiclets. There’s a life lesson in today’s strip, kids: years removed from high school, the strapping jock has become a feeble, wishy-washy, paunchy middle-aged man, while the meek nerd…has also become a feeble, wishy-washy, paunchy middle-aged man.
Son of Stuck Funky 
