Having served as a soft-focus lens through which we glimpsed young, sensitive, yearning College Les, Ronnie takes her autographed copy and leaves us, never to be seen again. Hopefully the next person in line isn’t another college buddy, else we’re in for another week of Les-turbation.
Good Lord, there’s a lot of verbiage in today’s strip, including a whole panel’s worth from yesterday. Les fondly reminisces about the time Ronnie’s inattentive driving nearly got them killed. And this was before cellphones!
Les once had a job as a teacher. Now he is a full-time signer of books. The pay isn’t as much and the benefits are zilch, unless you count being fawned over by adoring middle-aged women. Once in awhile, even women from your past. Get in line, sister…
And you thought the Book Tour was over? I wonder how Principal Nate is feeling now about giving Les unlimited personal days?
I thought Les was getting “fried” too, when he got that courtesy call from his dead wife. But as far as we know, he never shared that incident with his daughter. Instead, Les apparently regaled her with stories about how he behaved like a complete asshole, annoying lowly, hard-working security personnel, newsstand vendors and flight attendants, everywhere he went.
I wonder if he tried the Spinal Tap foil-wrapped-cucumber-down-the-pants trick?
Meanwhile, the B-Ball Besties share some one-on-one time, but She Who Dunks has to cut their shootaround short: she has a date with Les-tiny!
O.B. Dan
…[D]on’t miss tomorrow’s guest appearance of Mopey Pete, starring as “the basketball-playing daughter.”
Wow. Least-feminine rendering of Summer to date.
Son of Stuck Funky 
