“On the arm of her Daddy she’s a-walkin’ down the aisle” as the music plays. Really loud music, judging from the way the notes completely fill the background in panel 2…Becky probably brought the high school band. More leaves fall. I guess in a front-lawn, folding-chair wedding, conventional etiquette is dispensed with, as Tony and DSH John are seated on the bride’s side of the aisle. Etiquette also dictates that I refrain from commenting on Cayla’s sizeable booty.
Tag: Keisha
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.
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!
Beating 'Round the Bushka
Epicus Doomus
June 5, 2012 at 12:39 am
Panel two [of Tuesday’s strip] = worst Summer drawing ever?
Well, maybe…that is, until today! What the hell happened here? Looks like TB put down the “Funky felt tip” and went for the Sharpie Magnum 44! Summer’s crudely rendered mug resembles that of an an Egyptian mummy.
Jeffcoat Wayne
June 7, 2012 at 12:48 am
Bull’s gonna help Les train to climb a 19,000-foot mountain? Riiiiiiight. Bull looks like he can’t even climb into the team bus without breaking a hard sweat. Christ, he looks like he’s about to pop a spleen just climbing out of his minivan.
Meanwhile, fat, lumbering, old Bull Bushka is all of a sudden this powerful, bellowing drill sergeant, and for the sake of a “punchline”, Batiuk has un-retconned Les and Bull’s high school history. Today’s strip just sucks on so many levels.
Con"Grads"ulations, Class of 2022–err, 2012?
Guest blogger DavidO here, reporting for duty for my last entry before passing the reins back to someone with much more talent than I, TFHackett!
Confusing, impossible to decipher time-jumps aside, Summer and Company (Aka, the nameless, faceless rest of her class) has finally graduated from high school!
Call me an ol’ softy but I can’t find too many faults with Sunday’s strip, aside from the smirk on Summer’s P1 baby picture. It’s actually rather well done and paced at a level that lends itself well to a one-shot Sunday strip.
Enjoy it, Snarkers. Dailies like this are far and few inbetween.
Son of Stuck Funky 