The hot one-on-one action is brought to a screeching halt by Keisha’s “serious” question. She’d be better off asking her mom if she seriously intends to continue allowing Les to use her for a doormat.
Doink-a Schoen
White Girl Can Jump
Keisha Brings It
One of the perks of being the heart and soul of the Lady Scapegoats squad: access to the gym for the dynamic duo whenever they’re up for a little one-on-one. Um…do these two young women have any friends aside from one another?
Chron.com Sucks (Update)
Turns out there was something up with Chron.com’s comics pages. I noticed last week that you could no longer access earlier strips by altering the date string in the URL. Now when you do that, a you get a message that says “For comics older than 30 days, go to DailyInk.com”. DailyInk charges an annual membership fee of $19.95. So long, free comic archives. This effectively kills all the links to earlier strips in the Act III section of this blog.
Please Wait to Be Seated

Les has taken a break from mourning his long-dead spouse long enough to report to “work” at Montoni’s deserted pizzeria. The Sunday panels are notoriously dimly lit, so it’s hard to tell if today’s scene is unfolding in daytime, nighttime, or even the wee wee hours (remember, this joint stays open until 4 am on the weekends). Neither Les, the maître d’, nor the proprietor, Funky, can be bothered to get off their asses and greet these two strangers. What hospitality. No wonder the place is empty.
Special guest appearance in panel 1: the disembodied head of Henry Fonda.



