Cayla – Page 92 – Son of Stuck Funky

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Wait, what???
When we last saw Cayla, she was feeling sorry for herself over being supplanted at Moore Manor by Darin and Jess. After which we had the “Darin’s-developer-skills-save-Montoni’s-Pizza” story arc. Then yesterday’s Sunday toss-off. And today, out of the blue, she and Les are mugging it up on the porch! Well…they were about to. The big moment is interrupted by Les’ wacky “stepson”, on his way “over to Montoni’s for a bit” (because “I’m going to work” sounds too much like…work).

Seriously, though, TB spends two weeks re-injecting Darin and Jessica into the story…but when it comes to the first on-screen kiss in this long-simmering, star-crossed (interracial!) romance? Cuts right to the friggin’ chase.

Movin' On Up

There’ll be no confusing Summer with mopey Pete today, since they’re both in the same “shot”. Darin wastes no time moving his worldly goods into Moore Manor. Les shares the “cool” news with Cayla, who apparently is still laboring under the assumption that Les is telepathic. Listen, girl: as long as you continue to keep your thoughts to yourself instead of telling Les what time it is, you totally deserve every thoughtless, demeaning insult he bestows on you…

Line 'n' Dine

Makes. No. Sense. The food in the Westview cafeteria is so bad (How bad is it?) that the students are in no hurry to load their trays and eat. In fact, Nerdlinger there in the varsity jacket (didn’t know the Debating Team got varsity jackets) is already retching in disgust. The teachers, though, smile, grab their trays, and muscle the students out of the way in their haste to get to that Meatloaf Surprise.

Home School

Link to today’s comic.

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.

A Great Week in Westview

Here’s a link to today’s comic.

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: