A single phone call reveals what a most snarkers and my long-dead grandmother suspected; Summer will be going to Kent State. With most folks a lot more wary of the value of a college education I’m not sure Les should be making his smirk/smug satisfaction face.
In a development that should surprise no one, Summer II got invited to Kent State as well, causing Cayla to break out into her best hatchet-face.
Whoops! Wait, what I thought was a new character is actually just Les in a non-yellow shirt. The effect is rather jarring, like seeing Charlie Brown in a shirt with veritical stripes instead of horizontal ones.
The week is almost over; a little late to be starting a new arc but we’re off and running. To no one’s surprise, (though it’s very, VERY late to be doing so) colleges all over the country are clamoring for the 5’6″ girl who can dunk. Well, one college anyway. Most snarkers already know exactly which college it’s going to be.
I’m guessing it’ll be the college that allows Summer to continue working at Montoni’s part time while living at home and assistant-coaching at the high school after she climbs Mount Killimanjaro and goes on the road with her dad’s book tour.
Someone refresh my memory but have we not already done this joke!? It was either this or a very slight variation of it. I’m reminded with strips like these that we longtime snarkers might be recalling the one-a-day gags as being funnier than they were.
In any case, time, or what we understand to be some rudimentary construct of time, seems to be advancing in a forward, almost coherent movement for once. I couldn’t tell you for the life of me when Summer got her driver’s license (or if she even did) but a mess of students are about to graduate from high school, leaving us with Cody, Owen and a gaggle of nameless, faceless students with pencil wrists and melting faces.
Guest blogger DavidO here, filling in as best I can for the very funny TFHackett!
Les looks like he’s just about to set some ground rules with a spatual upside of Cayla’s head, if his tiny flippered arm will let him reach that far. Meanwhile, Keisha’s transformation into a classic Westview Turtle person is almost complete. And, of course, no gathering would be complete without at least mentioning Montoni’s greasy pizza.
(Methinks guest blogger DavidO and myself got our signals crossed; his guest stint will begin tomorrow! –TFH)
Here’s something you don’t see every day: wimpy, prissy Les doing some actual, physical labor. Even more than the physical effort, query what the psychic toll must be for Les as Cayla helps him transform what once had been his and Lisa’s conjugal chamber.
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