Tag: Les’ yellow shirt

The Urge for Going

“Now that I’ve hired Darin” (I thought Tony made that decision)…Funky gets down to the business of planning a getaway. The absence of paying customers at the counter affords him plenty of space to lay out his travel brochures. Maybe hotshot Darin should be given the task of “managing” Cory while the Winkerbeans are away. Last time Funky and Holly left him on his own, things got a little out of hand…

Bull-y for You

More fond memories of bullying! Bull is almost concilatory compared to yesterday: the fist has been supplanted by a meaty index finger, and rather than make Les bleed, he proposes to “settle things”. Bull should have kept up the violent retoric, as this new approach yields a cooly mocking response from victim Les. Speaking of “cool”, somebody please tell Bull’s friend, Freddie “Boom Boom” Washington, that “burn” was not used in that context in the seventies (except on That 70’s Show).

Hairbrained

Here’s a link to today’s “comic”

Dr. Patella comes into the waiting room to share the good news with Les and his yellow shirt. I can’t get too worked up over the “double take” in panels 2 and 3…Just tell me what the hell is going on with Susan’s head in panel 2? She looks even weirder than usual, and I’m not just talking about her deranged expresssion! The “artists” who apply color to TB’s masterpieces have always struggled with demarcating which areas of her head are hair and which are forehead…whoever worked on this one just threw up his hands and gave Susan a brown, wrinkled turban. Anyway, what happened to the rather fetching new look she unveiled at Les’ New Year’s Party?

One Girl, Two Cups

Here is a link to today’s hilarity

“Two large coffees; would you like anything else?”

Yes, please: I would like three punches in the face. One for Smirkin’ Stalker Sue, for continually hanging around Les. One for Les (make that an extra large!) for continuing to string along these two dopes (and just for being Les). And one for Cayla, who you think would have more self-R-E-S-P-E-C-T, for continuing to be the doormat.