“We’re back!” …to wondering why, if Wally was a POW for at least ten years, before returning home nearly 18 months ago, his son appears to be 8 or 9 years old, tops.
“We’re back!” …to wondering why, if Wally was a POW for at least ten years, before returning home nearly 18 months ago, his son appears to be 8 or 9 years old, tops.
Susan finds yet another excuse to “just come by”. I do love Keisha’s expression of unmitigated disgust. She’s the only one in the room who sees this woman as the obsessed, needy, borderline psychotic she is. Mom Cayla just offers a resigned shrug, while Bull gazes longingly at Susan’s rack.
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Bull’s a real taskmaster, huh? Summer just looks totally wiped after what must have been a good fifteen or twenty minutes on Les’ Barcalounger, swinging her calf while Bull counted to 2 on his fingers. She’ll be “ripped” in no time. More like her chances of a full recovery and of a basketball scholarship are being “ripped” away from her. Les, if you won’t seek professional help for your issues, at least get a pro to work on your daughter’s.
None of it matters, though, because as these panels from this week attest, everything is Just. Effin’. Great:
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In a flashback, Bully Bull Bushka is about to make Helmet Head Les spit bloody Chiclets. There’s a life lesson in today’s strip, kids: years removed from high school, the strapping jock has become a feeble, wishy-washy, paunchy middle-aged man, while the meek nerd…has also become a feeble, wishy-washy, paunchy middle-aged man.
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I guess Susan is solely interested in stalking Les; she’s split the scene, leaving Cayla to fetch soft drinks for injured Summer.
Only in a world where you have such a thing as a literary agent slash publicist could you have a coach slash athletic director slash physical therapist. Where did Bull get a blue Westview jacket? I thought the school color was red.