“We’re here to help with the preparations for the Lisa’s Legacy Run™,” Cayla helpfully exposits. Well, it’s a safe bet she won’t be assigned to sandwich-making duty. Already Les is in such a tizzy that he can’t even put down that box (which is probably not as heavy as he makes it look) to greet his fiancé and her daughter.
Tag: Keisha
Room for "Rents"
This partnership is off to a less-than-promising start. A real man would tell his mate “Let’s tell our daughters that we just got engaged” (and did they not see Summer and Keisha, stoned again and shooting hoops in the driveway when they got home?). Rather than acting as head of this soon-to-be-blended family, Les flails his wrist and snivels: “So…who wants to tell the girls?” as he and Cayla make a beeline for that ol’ porch swing. None of it matters, since Keisha and Summer – those imps! – have snuck within earshot just in time to hear Les bring the Sunday-only readers up to speed.
…'Cause I Can't Stands No Moore
He’s flogging the damn book again…I’m pretty sure at this point that TB is doing this to punish us snarkers.
“Dad” has to wait for school to (finally!) be out before “hitting the road”? What, did he use up his “impersonal days“? And suddenly he doesn’t know how to read a boarding pass? What happened to the Frequent Flyin’ Les who had become so jaded with “the road” that he’d taken to abusing anyone who crossed his path?
Let's Get Rec'd
Whoa! Keisha and Summer look like they’re stoned outta their gourds! And just a sec, Les: “No one else lives here?” Really? Get ready for tomorrow’s strip when the Ghost of Lisa comes flying out that screen door! Feets don’t fail me now!
Home School
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.
