Rachel, having finally attracted the interest of a man, eschews her usual Sicilian slice for a healthy salad and a Coke Zero. “Hey, Boss. Where the hell has Tony been? The way you’ve been running his business into the ground, you’d think he’d be so far up your ass you could taste Brylcreem!”
It looks like TB has forgone his year-in-advance production schedule to bring us a story ripped from last month’s headlines. Get ready for A Very Special An Even Specialer Funky Winkerbean.
I ask you: what comic strip other than Funky Winkerbean would reference “anger issues” two days in a row?
Judging from the shape of the delivery guy’s head, Funky has ordered t-shirts from a screen-printing shop on planet Remulak. I actually chuckled a little over how in panel 2, Crazy Harry is ready to throw down at the sight of a courier from the hated UPS (as if Funky would have any say in which shipping method his vendor uses). I guess Harry’s still smarting from this week’s news of the Postal Service’s fiscal-third-quarter loss of $3.5 billion.
I kinda like the slogan “You Want a Piece of Me” for a pizza joint. So do the folks at Dodson’s Pizza in New Lexington, Ohio. Wonder how far that is from Westview?
Thanks to the hours Wally has spent with the shrink down at the VA, he’s now able to categorically list everything that’s wrong with him. Fortunately, hyper-vigilance is apparently catnip to Rachel.
The “marriage deal” “didn’t take”? She “wishes she knew” why she got married? What strange, strange dialogue. And the “punchline”, meant to sound profound, means what exactly? And you just know that this is all the backstory we will get about Rachel, a third-string character whom The Creator Batiuk has plucked from the background and put into play. We probably won’t even get to meet her “little boy”.
Rest assured that when one finds oneself appreciating a Funky strip, the next day’s installment is sure to send one crashing back to Planet Snark. The two lovebirds-to-be are still a-courtin’, making small talk to fill in the awkward silences. Nothing wrong with Wally’s question, but Rachel has to go and smirkingly respond in typical, resigned, weary Westvuvian fashion.
Son of Stuck Funky 