Aww, their first quarrel. Cayla has decided that now she’s gonna give Les shit about having to plan the wedding on her own, even though she did agree to “deal with all of the wedding plans“, and even though she declined at least twice to join Les on the Kilimanjaro trek.
Tag: Les
The Coming Wedding
Yeah, as if Les isn’t looking forward to having an empty house at last. Too bad Cayla isn’t taking the hint. She’s so in love with Moore Manor that she’s decided she’ll have her wedding there. Well, that’s a damn sight better than having it at You-Know-Whoni’s.
The Wedding Un-planner
I suppose that the reader is expected to chuckle at Les’ lackadaisical approach to wedding planning: typical last-minute male thing, amirite? But Cayla’s reaction could serve as a response to any number of instances of TB’s own sloppy storytelling, e.g., Summer in April of her senior year: …”I’m going with my dad to check out a college this weekend.” “Seriously? That just occurred to you?”
Pair-asites
Nothing, nothing to see or chuckle at today, folks. Just a couple of bandy legged, middle-aged white men trying to stay the hell out the way of a couple of younger, healthier Caucasians, in a setting that’s meant be a park in autumn but whose hazy amber hues suggest the midst of a forest fire.
Funky's Turn
Today’s strip at least supplies a little ex post facto context for Les’ curious “coma” quip: poor guy’s just looking forward to a little respite from life’s unceasing demands. Holly and Cory seem to materialize from out of nowhere. “Dad…we need to talk.” Now there’s an understatement! Think this is going to go well?
Son of Stuck Funky 