Rap-porch-ment

Funky arrives at Moore Manor to find Les sitting on the porch swing in that peculiar splay-legged position of his.

“Hey.” (Douchebag.)

“Hey.” (Tubby)

“I screwed up.” (Get over yourself, you thin-skinned poseur…)

(Nah, buddy, I deserved it. Besides, what’s a little good-natured ball-busting between old friends?.) “Yes you did”

(I’m afraid my obese ass will break your porch swing, so I better just stand.) “Can I sit?”

“Sit.” (Kneel!)

“So tell me about it.” (Get over yourself, you thin-skinned poseur…)

All That Azz

bayoustu
June 9, 2011 at 1:32 am

…TB is just rusty at depicting anything other than despair, dejection, fear (and/or loathing), grief, pain, consternation, anguish, hopelessness, and — of course — cancer.

True, Stu! But on the other hand: what other cartoonist renders middle-to-late-middle-age-male ass better than our Tom Batiuk? Just look at the back porches on Bull, Tony, and, in today’s strip, Funky:

Les Needs Women

Today’s strip repeats the formula from yesterday’s: flashback vignette from the “Classic Era” followed by a friend of Les saying something that nobody in the real world would ever say. “Rethink my entire world view”? “Game-changer on a galactic scale”? The hyperbole-as-punchline is irritating enough, but made even moreso by the fact that Les’ lifelong friends are completely uninformed about his relationship status.