“On the arm of her Daddy she’s a-walkin’ down the aisle” as the music plays. Really loud music, judging from the way the notes completely fill the background in panel 2…Becky probably brought the high school band. More leaves fall. I guess in a front-lawn, folding-chair wedding, conventional etiquette is dispensed with, as Tony and DSH John are seated on the bride’s side of the aisle. Etiquette also dictates that I refrain from commenting on Cayla’s sizeable booty.
Tag: Funky
She's (Not) Having a Baby
BeckoningChasm
October 11, 2012 at 10:35 am
Well, with Batiuk’s penchant for leaving plots unresolved (Becky-Roberta, Cory enlisting), my bet is that this Maybe-Maybe Not Pregnancy is never mentioned again.
A good number of you savvy snarkers correctly called “bullshit” on Cayla’s supposed pregnancy. Her announcement turns out to be Batiuk’s biggest “gotcha” since he pretended to kill off Sgt. Wally five years ago.
You’d think that with a one-year lead time, Batiuk would have a little more control over the narrative flow. But the plot pacing, such as it is, is getting even more out of whack, as TB tries to shoehorn in major plot events. Hence, we see Summer and Keisha starting college at the end of September, and Cayla ordering her wedding flowers after the chairs have been set up for the ceremony.
That's So Funk-Key
This is, after all, a “comic” strip, so it would be unseemly to gripe when the cartoonist leaves aside the doom and gloom to attempt an actual joke. But man, for a guy who exercises regularly, Funky looks way old beyond his years. He’s beginning to resemble Fred Mertz.
Bench Depressed
File today’s strip under “Les never lets an occasion for a pun go to waste.” There was a time when Les’ saucy bon mots drew a wry smile from those around him. At some point, however (Kilimanjaro?), the grins turned to grimaces over Les’ groaners.
Do you reckon Les sees his dead wife sitting on that empty park bench? On every park bench?
No Country for Old Men
Once again, feeble Funky and lame Les have their fitness routine disrupted by younger, fitter specimens (last time they were on bicycles). Once again, they are forced to yield…and once again, they “slide over” to the wrong side of the path.
Son of Stuck Funky 