Guess blogger David Orth here, filling in while TFHackett takes care of his aunt’s cat while she’s out of town. I have seen the future and it’s going to hard to be punny this week but bear with me!
Not much to say about today’s strip, other than I seem to recall a certain now very dead Lisa having a similar comic-cover panel showing her as Wonder Woman and fighting cancer. We all know how that turned out, right, huh?
It’s also exasperating that, even with a buff body and thankfully-shaded package that Funky is still able to deliver stilted dialog that no one would ever say.
“It’s Susan Smith, grown up and pretty! She’s winning Les away from me by reminding him that he saved her life when she attempted suicide!”
I think today’s space would have been put to much better use depicting a wild cafeteria catfight to the death between Cayla “the Crusher” and Susan “the Snake”, as Les appreciatively looks on, wearing that smug smirk we see on his disembodied head at the top of today’s comic.
Nothing caps off a depressing week of “un-funnies” like the ol’ sideways-formatted comic-book cover “tribute”. And this week’s honoree is even more obscure than usual. “Jungle Comics”? Must have been before my time. The comic books I spent my allowance on were 15¢, not 10¢…and I Google-image-searched“Jungle Comics covers” and I get the feeling that “Jungle” comics were kept behind the counter instead of on the rotating wire rack next to Superman…lookit all that leg! This stuff might’ve been pre-Comics Code.
Check out grimacing, shirtless (fortunately that’s cropped out) Funky, tangling ass with an exquisitely coiffed mandrill. Careful with that knife, Funk-zan, you might cut your other hand…if that is your other hand; in my paper it’s colored differently than your knife-wielding hand. Maybe the mandrill’s throwing a right?
Anyway, what’s the gag here? “…turning over a new leaf goes pretty much unnoticed when you live in a jungle.” As Livia Soprano would’ve said: “Ohh, poor you!” I’m thinking that TB was just so intent on shoehorning in a tribute to his fetish comics that he crafted yet another stilted, un-lifelike “punchline” to justify it. What “jungle” does Funky live in? Westview, Ohio? He’s the richest, albeit most miserable man in town. The hell with this jungle, ask your nephew cousin Wally about being stuck in a Godforsaken desert hellhole for five or ten years.
Son of Stuck Funky 
