“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!
Tag: Kent State
Closet Case
Feigned sentimentality aside, Les can’t wait to dump the girls and their belongings in the dorm room, and then get the hell back to Moore Manor and enjoy being semi-alone at last. “A-ha! A closet shelf, I’ll just shove these up here and…” Not so fast, mister! Cayla, being a woman and all, knows that there’s a place for everything, and here and now is the place for her paying Les back for that time he got all anal about the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
This Is "Y" We Snark
While the autumn weather in Westview may be “a little dicey“, just an hour away in tropical Kent, Ohio, it rains every damn day. You’d think that Les, knowing this, would dress accordingly and advise everyone else to do the same. You’d also think that after climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro, Summer’s legs would have a little more shape.
A non-turn of events!
A single phone call reveals what a most snarkers and my long-dead grandmother suspected; Summer will be going to Kent State. With most folks a lot more wary of the value of a college education I’m not sure Les should be making his smirk/smug satisfaction face.
In a development that should surprise no one, Summer II got invited to Kent State as well, causing Cayla to break out into her best hatchet-face.
You Can't Go Back If You Never Leave…
I don’t know about you all but today’s strip left me feeling a little wistful– whoops, nope, that was just gas. I have to say, with all of the retconning going on lately and TB’s freedom to claim *whatever* bulls*** he wants, I’m left a bit disappointed that from the looks of things, the most exciting thing that happened to Les during one of those mysterious time jumps is that he sulked around a college campus with his nose in a book of bad poetry he’d written. How much more interesting would it have been if Les had said: “Failing that class was rough, but it was nothing compared to when I thought I could enlist in the Marines…”
Um, a zillion times more interesting.
Just for the record, here’s the distance he’d have to travel for his “big escape” from Kent, Ohio, back to Medina, Ohio.
36 miles.
I know this was in the days before Google maps but didn’t he at least have a car!? Escaping talk aside, as an ex-Ohioan I can tell you that most kids dream of getting the hell out of the state, not moving back to the small town they grew up in.
This begs a question I actually have *no* idea about. Does Les have parents?
Son of Stuck Funky 
