Tag: Cayla

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?

One Girl, Two Cups

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“Two large coffees; would you like anything else?”

Yes, please: I would like three punches in the face. One for Smirkin’ Stalker Sue, for continually hanging around Les. One for Les (make that an extra large!) for continuing to string along these two dopes (and just for being Les). And one for Cayla, who you think would have more self-R-E-S-P-E-C-T, for continuing to be the doormat.

Kneed-ful Things

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A week’s worth of strips bring us back to the Moore kitchen, and absentee father Les is finally up to speed on what transpired while he was off reliving the college angst we never knew about.

The forfeit of a tournament game by the She-Goats over a rather routine injury to their co-captain has caused massive unrest among the FW snark community. Batiuk has outdone himself this time: his “quarter-inch from reality” has expanded to about a light year. Anyone familiar with team sports played at any level can see the patent absurdity of an entire team throwing in the towel under these circumstances.

In the real world:

  • The players would want to finish the game, and try even harder to win to honor the injured player’s sacrifice.
  • The injured player would be mortified, and would dissuade the rest of the team from taking such action.
  • The coach would never allow his team to unilaterally decide to forfeit a game, particularly during a tournament.

But in the Funkiverse, this is business as usual. Les isn’t a bit surprised by the ridiculous turn of events, and Panel 2 Summer is passing “aw shucks” sidelong looks of love at her bestie.