Les’ yellow shirt – Page 36 – Son of Stuck Funky

It's summer, and the smell of bullshit is wafting in the air…

For a comic that treats its readers to dirigible-sized word balloons with entire short stories in them some days, this strip certainly is lacking some details. I know we needed room for that sideways smirk close up but Backache, please! Unless Les was smoking massive amounts of pot and turning in pages of writing journals full of nothing but AC/DC RULES!!! scrawled all over it I fail to see how this dreaming warrior-poet could fail creative writing and be told he’d never be a writer.

I pity the poor Prof that actually did teach Tom Batiuk creative writing back at Kent State– he’s now drawn the ire of a Pulitzer prize winning cartoonist-writer!

Daddy, Daddy, What Did You Bring Me?

My Dad went on a book tour and all I got was this lousy worthless key card…Les’ thoughtfulness knows no bounds, folks. What a prince.

Your humble scribe is off to Boy Scout camp for a week, with sporadic access to the web. I’m turning over the reins for the next seven days to Assistant Snarkmaster “David O”!

My Mourning Jacket

“I meant the book jacket.” Les, you sucker! Look at him getting all “Aw shucks, this old thing?” in panel 2. Haw. In panel 4, an embarrassed Les shoots back “Oh yeah? That’s a nice blouse. Looks like a baby threw up his strained peas on you. Now getouttahere!“

Walkerthon

You can only get so many smiles out of cancer, before you have to resort to gags about the eldery.

What Are Friends For?

Professor Fate
July 12, 2011 at 11:08 am

You know, I have to think that if I had cancer and was undergoing Chemo (which is just god awful) the last thing I’d want to read was a book about SOMEONE DYING OF CANCER.

“I’m getting this book for a friend of mine who has cancer.” What a pal, what a pal, what a pal. Good Lord! Meanwhile, that mysterious green shirt makes another appearance in panel 2.