Moving day continues… He may have issues with meeting deadlines, but Mopey Pete is nothing if not loyal. He has moved beyond relinquishing his “Darin’s Best Friend” status to Jessica five (ten? fifteen?) years ago, and is now content to gaze adoringly at his blond ex-bestie as he schleps boxes up to the guest suite at Moore Manor. Pete must not be sleeping well…in panel 2, he’s sporting bags under his eyes to rival those of the elderly Moe Howard.
Tag: lame wordplay
It’s Called Bullshit
Baby Hands Lady provides another allusion to Les’ Book that Somehow Got Published, as, out on the rainy sidewalk, Funky and Rachel distribute loaves and fishes coffee to the multitude. Meanwhile, today Apple Annie is tapped to serve as TB’s mouthpiece, spewing a profundity that no doubt Batiuk picked up from a mentor or a bumper sticker.
Run? Like Hell
There was a time in the Funkiverse when a lame quip like Holly makes here would have drawn at least an appreciative chuckle from Les. But now that he’s a soon-to-be-published author (and he’s wearing a STAFF shirt and carrying a bullhorn and clipboard), the supercilious douchebag just shoots her a look. Also “running” away in panel 3 is Funky’s half-smile, replaced with a more appropriate “Ah shit, what does it matter” expression.
Nice “Paulie Walnuts” gray streaks on Les today…
Cruise-ified
Is it too soon to lament the lost life insurance money?
Talking about someone in a room with you as if they’re a piece of furniture! Isn’t that just like someone we know!?
As Crazy Harry and Holly continue to smolder like Edward and Bella, somewhere, offscreen, Mr. Crankybean isn’t too happy about what’s left of friends coming over to visit. Where is everyone? His life-long friend is being thoughtLes, Summer has Moore important things to do, (No Bull!) his pizzeria workers Khan’t come and even Wally is MIA!



