Oh, Wally, you romantic fool. As if presenting Rachel with an I.O.U. for an engagement ring last summer near the gazebo wasn’t sweet enough…On Christmas Day , handing the ring in its box to your intended with a “Here you go”…instead of getting on one knee, or putting the ring on her finger. And then grinning like a dope at the prospect of never having to buy another thing for Rachel for the rest of your lives together.
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Anni-worse-ary
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.
Too Tired to Think of a Post Title; Enjoy Anyway
You know, as an employee of Montoni’s, if Darin wanted done with these two (and if he had a hair on his ass) he could just throw ’em the hell out of the store. Instead, he and wifey slink away, the whole time giving Frankie the stink eye.
Pierce a Pizza
While TB is clumsy at portraying genuine affection (think of any scene involving Les being romantic toward Cayla), when it comes to smarminess, he’s got that down pat. Frankie embraces Darin in panel 3 like a boa wrapping itself around a feral pig. Darin recoils as Frankie’s leering mug looms mere inches away from his own, exhaling a vapor of sour coffee, generic cigarettes, and last night’s beer.
It's Astounding
Guess those “Winkerboard” meetings run pretty long. Frankie’s finished his “cup a coffee” and split, but not before dropping off his card, which contains no contact information but does include a variation on a gag from Daffy Duck in Hollywood (1938).