All Les needs is a pair of suspenders and a coffee mug to complete his metamorphosis into another quintessential a-hole: Lumbergh from Office Space. “Yeah, ahh, Cayla, I’m gonna need you to go ahead and take a rain check on our movie night, okaaaay? Thaaaaaannks…” And when given the chance to speak now or forever hold her peace, Cayla instead gives her tacit approval…y’all officially deserve whatever you get, Cayla, from here on in.
Just when even a Harry Dinkle story arc would be welcome…and just when you thought Les couldn’t be more of an insufferable prick. He doesn’t even allow her to get a sentence out before cutting her off. And Netbusters? Yeah, I’ve got them bookmarked, right along with Facespace.
Great Picasso-esque profile of Les in panel 3: both eyes have begun to migrate to the same side of his face.
Keisha returns home after a long night of bustin’ heads with her gang, the Baseball Furies. That cold bottle of Cristal would go down real good…Better put it back on ice, though; once Cayla tells her daughter who Les was gettin’ “busy” with, we’re goin’ extra innings!
Too many co-inky-dinks going on in this arc: Susan gets to Les’ Garage mere minutes ahead of Cayla…Cayla peeps them through the window but rather than create a scene, splits, unnoticed…When Cayla calms down and decides to call Les, her stupid phone battery’s dead…already. And Susan just grins that shit-eatin’ grin of hers…
Les, you pathetic, cringing little milksop. “Actually, I did think Cayla might call…guess she has no time for poor me…” Susan, your plan worked perfectly: show up just a couple ticks ahead of Les’ woman, engage in a friendly toast…not allowing her to catch you naked together or anything; that would force a confrontation (and she would no doubt mop the floor with you). Nope, just send her away with a sheepish look on her face, and you’ll soon have Les all to yourself.
Son of Stuck Funky 