Congratulations to Harry and Harriet Dinkle on their fiftieth wedding anniversary! Say, Harry: between your teacher’s pension, the proceeds from your multi-volume autobiography, and the royalties from your compositions, I bet you’re planning a really special surprise for the Mrs. Maybe a cruise, or a trip to Europe, or a…a party at Montoni’s. Yes, Harriet will be surprised, all right: surprised at what a cheap bastard she’s been married to for fifty years.
Tag: Funky
Runnin’ With The Drivel
I was going to say that Funky’s blistered, fat and diseased bare feet (ugh) probably wouldn’t do wonders for Montoni’s business, but then I realized there’s nothing much to worry about there. Les is especially punchable there in panel two, if he has a facial expression that ISN’T obnoxious I’d like to see it. Then again, maybe not. Thank God this ponderous little slog is finally, mercifully over because I’ve had all I can take of these two sweaty assholes and their nonsensical babbling. Like I always say, any Les is way, way too much.
Kick This
Wish I could kick both of them, in the head, repeatedly. “I’m fat, I’m slow, I’m aging terribly, I’m dying”…yeah yeah yeah, Funky, we know. Give it a rest already. Every time these two tools jog together it’s the same old story. And look at Les today, with his look of condescending faux-“concern” for his obese pal…what a dick.
Fat, Sweaty and Whiny Is No Way To Go Through Life
Hmmm, in light of yesterday’s strip, is Les talking about Funky participating in the annual Cancer Fun Run or is he questioning whether Funky will have to urinate during the event (not an invalid question given his obviously very poor condition, I might add)? Wouldn’t surprise (or entertain) me either way, I suppose. Totally generic “Les and Funky jog” strip here: Les being annoying (that headband makes him even more unbearable), Funky bitching (although those miniature ankles of his gotta be hurting), gazebo, bench, Lisa’s tragic death, sweat beads…it touches all the bases even as it strikes out looking. Generic as it gets. Have a happy 4th of July, all!
One In The Bush
At first I thought this was another variation on “Les & Funky are slow”, until I realized what was really going on here. Lo and behold, a pee-pee gag. First one since “Fred’s fake yelp of pain when toilet seat falls” gag from the stroke arc, as far as I can recall. Mild chuckle worthy! Les doesn’t have any dialog! (Although I could have done without the disdainful look in panel two. What a dick.) This is rare, enjoy the silence!
Son of Stuck Funky 
