Almost midnight? Time for some huggin’ an’ a kissin’! Bull has loosened up with a few drinks, and Ann and Fred Fairgood exchange fond glances. Cayla and Susan each look for their man, but…where’s the host with the most? No doubt, he’s with a ghost.
TB cuts Cayla a little slack today by drawing her to look like Valerie from Josie and the Pussycats.
Dammit, it’s a party! Don’t they have anything else to talk about besides her damn divorce becoming final? “It reminds me of who I am…” Gee, so profound. No wonder Susan is drawn to Les. And the “punchline”, like many of TB’s “punchlines”, just ain’t funny. Is moving up the seating chart a good thing? Who the hell knows?
I thought he’d finally settled on Cayla, but Les is either totally insensitive, or he’s really diggin’ stringing these two along. What is up with him? Can’t he just leave it at “Good for you”? He has to get all creepy? “Susan Smith is the way I remember you best…when you were the student and I was Mister Moore…” I wish Cayla would dump that glass of box wine over the both of them, or even better, smash the glass and cut ’em up with it. So sick of this.
Meanwhile in panel 1, what little joke is being shared by principal Nate and Dead Skunk Head John? I like to think that they’re having a good laugh at Les’ expense. “Ofay’s wearin’ that nasty ol’ yellow shirt again!” “Yeah, Nate, y’know, even Superman changed his tights once in a while!”
It took a few months, but Susan finally has taken a cue from Cayla and updated her look, trading in her girlish ponytail for a more sophisticated ‘do. The added surprise of Susan’s big news causes Cayla’s head to nearly swivel right off its moorings.
Bull trudges towards Les’s house with a look on his face like he’s being marched to the electric chair. What’s worse than being invited to a party at Moore Manor? Being forced to stay there until at least midnight.
Son of Stuck Funky 
