BeckoningChasm
March 4, 2013 at 7:17 pm
You know, I have a sort of bored fascination wondering how Tom Batiuk is going to stretch today’s situation–two morons wasting the time of a third–into a three week arc…
Maybe you’d like to see two different morons wasting our time? Having Crazy Harry to mind the store means that Dead Skunk Head John is free to occupy Harry’s old spot at Montoni’s counter and gorge himself on The Perfect Food.
“It’s like spring break for band directors…” And for retired band directors, and for the spouses of retired band directors, I guess. Rather than accompany Becky to Columbus, John takes advantage of her absence to “batch it”. Thanks, Inkwell, for looking it up; I was afraid John stayed home to “run a batch“, which actually sounds a lot more in character.
Does Montoni’s even make pizza without pepperoni?
Just as we saw the leaves in Westview falling every day during October, this winter has seen snow every day. This does not deter Les and Funky from their jogging, as they eschew the park for what looks like an icy, glass-slick sidewalk. And once again we wonder how a man so devoted to jogging (and tennis, played with a wooden racquet) manages to stay so goddamn fat. Do you think Funky’s ever the one who has to ask his running partner “How’re you doing?”
I read the words “I’m like Wall Street…” and braced myself for one of TB’s ripped-from-last-year’s-headlines “topical” punchlines. Which probably would have been preferable to Holly telling us that she steps on the scale four times a year. I think when it comes to fitness goals, surely there’s a happy medium between weighing oneself daily or quarterly. And I don’t pretend to understand the financial world, but doesn’t “Wall Street” check to see how it’s doing like, every hour of every day? Isn’t that why they have those stock-ticker things?
Son of Stuck Funky 
