Susan finds yet another excuse to “just come by”. I do love Keisha’s expression of unmitigated disgust. She’s the only one in the room who sees this woman as the obsessed, needy, borderline psychotic she is. Mom Cayla just offers a resigned shrug, while Bull gazes longingly at Susan’s rack.
Tag: Cayla
A Great Week in Westview
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Bull’s a real taskmaster, huh? Summer just looks totally wiped after what must have been a good fifteen or twenty minutes on Les’ Barcalounger, swinging her calf while Bull counted to 2 on his fingers. She’ll be “ripped” in no time. More like her chances of a full recovery and of a basketball scholarship are being “ripped” away from her. Les, if you won’t seek professional help for your issues, at least get a pro to work on your daughter’s.
None of it matters, though, because as these panels from this week attest, everything is Just. Effin’. Great:
Beat It
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In a flashback, Bully Bull Bushka is about to make Helmet Head Les spit bloody Chiclets. There’s a life lesson in today’s strip, kids: years removed from high school, the strapping jock has become a feeble, wishy-washy, paunchy middle-aged man, while the meek nerd…has also become a feeble, wishy-washy, paunchy middle-aged man.
Rehab-Bull-itation
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I guess Susan is solely interested in stalking Les; she’s split the scene, leaving Cayla to fetch soft drinks for injured Summer.
Only in a world where you have such a thing as a literary agent slash publicist could you have a coach slash athletic director slash physical therapist. Where did Bull get a blue Westview jacket? I thought the school color was red.
Hairbrained
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Dr. Patella comes into the waiting room to share the good news with Les and his yellow shirt. I can’t get too worked up over the “double take” in panels 2 and 3…Just tell me what the hell is going on with Susan’s head in panel 2? She looks even weirder than usual, and I’m not just talking about her deranged expresssion! The “artists” who apply color to TB’s masterpieces have always struggled with demarcating which areas of her head are hair and which are forehead…whoever worked on this one just threw up his hands and gave Susan a brown, wrinkled turban. Anyway, what happened to the rather fetching new look she unveiled at Les’ New Year’s Party?
