Okay, kids, you can open your eyes now! Dressed and back out on the porch (although wisely keeping clear of that front door!), the newly minted buckfuddies engage in a more traditional form of “swinging”. Cayla notes that the afternoon has been “special”. “Because…?” Because that skeezer Susan didn’t happen by…Because our obnoxious teenage girls are outta the house…And, oh yeah, you got through the afternoon without invoking your long-dead wife. 
Les’ smug attitude is off the charts in panel 3: not only are his brows in full arch, but he’s sporting a dimple! And what’s going on with Cayla’s blouse in panel 3? Didn’t she see the “Wet Paint” sign?
Tag: Les’ yellow shirt
Afternoon Despair
Sung to the tune of “Afternoon Delight”, by the Starland Vocal Band: afternoondelight
Gonna take my Lester, drag his ass upstairs
Gonna grab some afternoon despair
Even gettin’ laid in Westview is a sad affair
Tom Batiuk will remind you that life’s just not fair
Where everything is so depressing, even makin’ love
Gettin’ outta Westview’s something all these losers should be thinking of
Les ‘n’ Cayla gonna take a walk upstairs
Gettin’ busy with a little afternoon despair
Cayla even purchased fancy underwear
Run her fingers thru Les’s Paulie Walnuts hair
Try some choc’late eclair, afternoon despair
Afternoon despair, afternoon despair
Started out this morning with a porch embrace
Then Darin came runnin’ like to win a race
Jess and Summer and Keisha joinin’ in the chase
Made the porch a bad location to be suckin’ face
Cayla’s got ethnic hair, afternoon despair
Afternoon despair, afternoon despair
Though they got the house for the whole afternoon
They’ll just need five minutes ’cause Les comes too soon
It’s about time that this unlikely pair
Got together for a little afternoon despair
You’d think that Les was goin’ to the ‘lectric chair
Cayla’s finally got this little weasel in her snare
Funny as a cancer scare, afternoon despair
Afternoon despair, afternoon despair
Afternoon despair, afternoon despair
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!
The Screen Door Slams. Again.
To paraphrase our young friend Owen, I think I see where TB is going with this. By staging The Kiss on the porch of the suddenly bustling Moore Manor, our lovebirds will be repeatedly thwarted by that swingin’ screen door. Oh, you madcap kids.
Unlike Jessica, I wasn’t in the AV club in high school, but I’m pretty sure that a legit Documentary Filmmaker would carry her camera in a bag, instead of charging about with the damn thing tucked under her arm. “Look at me! I’m a Doucmentary Filmmaker!”
XOX LOL
Wait, what???
When we last saw Cayla, she was feeling sorry for herself over being supplanted at Moore Manor by Darin and Jess. After which we had the “Darin’s-developer-skills-save-Montoni’s-Pizza” story arc. Then yesterday’s Sunday toss-off. And today, out of the blue, she and Les are mugging it up on the porch! Well…they were about to. The big moment is interrupted by Les’ wacky “stepson”, on his way “over to Montoni’s for a bit” (because “I’m going to work” sounds too much like…work).
Seriously, though, TB spends two weeks re-injecting Darin and Jessica into the story…but when it comes to the first on-screen kiss in this long-simmering, star-crossed (interracial!) romance? Cuts right to the friggin’ chase.
Son of Stuck Funky 
