Now that he’s banged up and bruised, they’re all getting their licks in at Funky’s expense…the smartass nurse, the wisecracking physical therapist…but nobody has been savoring the schadenfreude more than “Headlight Stuck in a Deer” Holly. Keep it up, you toothless crone…that look that Funky’s giving you in the second panel tells me that your time is gonna come…
Why are we doing this?
I suppose The Guy Upstairs is bored and looking for entertainment again. That would explain the aerial P.O.V. in panel 3: we see what a bored Almighty sees, as He looks down upon Funky working his rehab in the parking lot of the First Church of Westview.
Looks like the Tale of Funky’s Woe is going to go on for at least another week. Our hero’s latest ordeal has him submitting to the poorly drawn yet muscular mitts of a seemingly 7-foot-tall, sexually ambiguous, wisecracking masseur/masseuse. Don’t bother asking for a “happy ending”, Funkman…those are never found in your world.
Well at least as much as having a Funky Winkerbean mug sitting on your desk qualifies you as a winner…
The entry that made me chortle outloud the most was… drumroll…. Epicus Doomus! The reply, plus the fact Bull seems amused by it all, won me over.
Epicus, send me an email at david.orth @ gmail.com with your address so you can claim your prize, as it were.
Son of Stuck Funky 