Tag: hoodie

Defense-Les Receiver

This is one of those times that TB offers up what’s meant to be wacky hijinks, while we hidebound literalists go right to the darker, imagined subtext. Ergo, a lighthearted, post-Thanksgiving on the storied front lawn of the Taj Moore Hell turns violent as Cayla (weirdly looking in panel 1 like Black Linda; talk about darker subtexts) forcefully tackles Les in what’s supposed to be a game of touch, before walking away sneering. This is the second strip in less than a week that ends with Les stunned and in pain at the hands of his new bride.

Nice to See You Too

It was just a couple weeks ago that Les rented a trailer to schlep Summer and Keisha off to KSU. Today the girls return to Moore Manor to find their respective parents setting up chairs (a lot of chairs) and schlepping around potted plants. Naturally the first thing out of Summer’s mouth is a wisecrack, which naturally is met with withering glares from the bride and groom soon-to-be. In a refreshing change of pace, Summer has retired her Westview hoodie in favor of…a Kent State hoodie.

I a-Door You

Even with the luxury of having time to ponder today’s comic…I really don’t know what to say. My own kids are a couple few years shy of college age, but as teens, they (a boy and a girl) have no qualms about public displays of affection with their old dad. Say what you will about Les (and you do), he’s done all right by his kid, which is more than you can say for absentee dad Funky. So why must she ensure that no one see her hugging her father goodbye? So weird.

*Seeing Beetle Bailey and Popeye instead of Les and Funky? Click here.

Cutting Remark

“Cutting”, huh? Now there’s a serious topic that TB could use as Pulitzer bait. Oh, we’re not talking about self-harm? I suppose Summer and Keisha are a little too perfect to indulge in that (no doubt Chien was into it though! This chick too, probably). No, Les is talking about “cutting” “that parent/student orientation meeting” in favor of hanging in the girls’ dorm eating snacks.  Because Les is Mister Kent State; he and his daughter(s) don’t need no steenking orientation. The looks he’s getting from Cayla get dirtier each day. Not too late to call off that front-yard wedding, sweets!