Well, what do you know: Les has grown a pair and stepped up to the plate. Trying not to embarrass her man, Cayla serves up a meatball, right down the middle, which Les, to no one’s surprise, swings at an misses by a mile. Summer in panel 2 must want to hang that massive head of hers in shame.
Tag: Cayla
Designated Quitter
Cayla’s relatives break out the sporting goods, and Les’ smug attitude quickly evaporates. He doesn’t just look apprehensive at the thought of playing some ball; in panel 2 he looks genuinely afraid. Why, he’s white as a sheet! Perhaps he saw Monday’s Crankshaft strip and is aware of the damage Cayla can do on the diamond…
Room for "Rents"
This partnership is off to a less-than-promising start. A real man would tell his mate “Let’s tell our daughters that we just got engaged” (and did they not see Summer and Keisha, stoned again and shooting hoops in the driveway when they got home?). Rather than acting as head of this soon-to-be-blended family, Les flails his wrist and snivels: “So…who wants to tell the girls?” as he and Cayla make a beeline for that ol’ porch swing. None of it matters, since Keisha and Summer – those imps! – have snuck within earshot just in time to hear Les bring the Sunday-only readers up to speed.
Les Who's Coming to Dinner
I’m looking forward to Labor Day to see if TB follows through with introducing Les (and us) to Cayla’s family. There’s a lot of plot potential in such a meeting. It would go a long way towards giving us some insight into why a fairly young and (occasionally) attractive woman like Cayla would fall in love with such a douchebag as Les Moore. Even your humble scribe cannot see that far into the Funky future, but I’m going to bet right now that the meeting takes place “off-camera”, and we’ll catch up with our newly-engaged couple after the fact.
Ring Me Up
Riff Chick
August 18, 2011 at 12:25 am
God, even when he’s proposing he’s still the most obviously self satisfied jerk in comicdom. He’s not even asking for Cayla’s hand in marriage, he clearly assumes she has no logical choice but to accept Les’ generous permission to clamp on the ol’ ball and chain.
Remember, Riff Chick, endings have to be earned!Les finally gets around to a proper proposal, proffering the ring box with his fat little pasty hands (but still not getting down on one knee). What is with all the tight closeups in today’s strip? ‘Specially in panel 3! Yikes.
Son of Stuck Funky 
