Seizing the opportunity to have Moore Manor all to themselves, Mr. and Mrs. Freeloader go with the old “flu bug” excuse to get out of having to go to Columbus, though the “swallowed whole” angle is just overkill. Funky’s cocky attitude is starting to give me some flu symptoms, mainly nausea. “We’ll bring him a championship t-shirt”, as if the shirts have already printed and are waiting in the She-Goats’ locker room, along with the cases of post-game champagne.
Tag: Cayla
Same Ol' Shizzle
Um, is the Championship Game going to be played outdoors? Then why is Les glued to the weather forecast before the gang departs for Columbus? Probably to allow TB to unload what feels like a leftover punchline from Crankshaft.
Flowery Twats
(I really hope everyone gets the Fawlty Towers reference in today’s post title!)
Today’s strip might elicit a warm grin if not for the fact that so many Westviewvians, rather than just say what they mean, prefer to waste everyone’s time by speaking in riddles and wry asides:
“I’d like to buy a book.” “You’re in luck! This is a bookstore!”
“I’m in the mood for some pizza.” “Why, that just happens to be what we serve here!”
“Do you like the flowers I sent you, Cayla?” “Yeah, gee, thanks Les, you really went all out…cheap-ass mutha-…”
The Three Faces (so far) of Cayla, L-R: Her debut, Sept. 2008;her new ‘do, Sept. 2010; Valentine’s Day, 2012
Snow Laughing Matter
In one of those flukes of his year-in-advance workflow, TB uncannily predicts the mild winter that most of the U.S. has experienced this year. If, like yours truly, you don’t ski or snowboard and don’t give a rat’s ass if it never snows ’til next year, you have The Cheapest Man in Westview to thank.
The Picture of Dori-Ann Gray
Folks…The Cartoonist has completely outdone himself this time. Since she resurfaced last December at Darin’s birthday party, Ann’s looks have varied wildly, from 70-ish to late 30’s -ish and back and forth again. In today’s strip, she looks to be the same age as the crones from Crankshaft. Even her glasses and hair color are different.
It’s hard to get beyond Ann’s complete makeover, but also worth noting is Cayla’s condescending attitude regarding Ann’s (now blatantly advanced) age. Are the girls not supposed to “take to” a coach based on the fact that she’s about five times their age? And “Eight Track” for a nickname? That might fit a baby boomer (such as yours truly, whose 8-track collection was pretty impressive). The way TB has rendered Ann here, I’d dub her “Grammy-fone”!
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Son of Stuck Funky 