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Stroke and a Joke

“At first I thought it was just the toilet seat falling…but [Fred] would always fake a loud scream whenever that happened, as if…” As if? As if what? What? As if Fred’s schlong had gotten crushed by the falling toilet seat? That old gag?

Who knew Westview’s former principal was such a jokester? We’d always figured him for something of a square! And now, just as we come to appreciate funny Fred, his Creator (TB) has laid him low with an affliction that will likely make him Pa Winkerbean’s new roommate. Obviously Fred at some point made the mistake of letting the universe know he was feeling happy.

Fair, Good, Terrific

How many of you read panel 3 and thought that Lisa was saying “I’m really glad I got to know Fred and Anal“?

We have passed the midway point in the week-long celebration of Darin’s birthday, and apparently, not just Summer but the “whole famn damily” (to use my Dad’s old turn of phrase) have gathered to hear what Ghost o’ Lisa has to say. Pass the popcorn, Fred.

Anyone who has just started reading Funky Winkerbean would be thoroughly confused by this strip: who’s that frizzy haired woman in the hospital bed? How did we go from the hospital to these old people’s front door?

O-limp-ics

The snark stand-down remains in effect today. Clearly, “Mitch” isn’t an Olympic contender, but is showing a sense of humor (of all things!) in the face of physical and emotional trauma. You go, Mitch! Note to Wally: maybe next trip, instead of bringing your dog? Bring along your ex-wife/”widow” Becky, so she can see that using a prosthetic is not a sign of weakness.

Gym Buddy

Today we meet Buddy’s friends down at the VA. It’s kind of hard to snark on this scene, given our deep respect for our wounded warriors…but I will allow myself a teeny chuckle at that clumsily-rendered prosthetic arm with its itty-bitty little fist.

One Girl, Two Cups

Here is a link to today’s hilarity

“Two large coffees; would you like anything else?”

Yes, please: I would like three punches in the face. One for Smirkin’ Stalker Sue, for continually hanging around Les. One for Les (make that an extra large!) for continuing to string along these two dopes (and just for being Les). And one for Cayla, who you think would have more self-R-E-S-P-E-C-T, for continuing to be the doormat.