“TWEEEEET!” Keisha makes the ultimate defensive sacrifice, selling it so effectively that the ref blows the whistle (and uses the wrong hand to signal) before she even hits the floor. You would think that a self-professed “jock” like Cayla would admire her daughter’s intense play, but instead she chastises hubby-to-be for showing some enthusiasm.
Tag: Les
Dese Nuts
Oh, you just know that somewhere in Batiuk’s studio is a napkin, from Luigi’s of Akron, on which TB has jotted “idea for strip punchline: academia nuts!”
Tell me if reversing the order of panels doesn’t make it funnier:
Cayla, who’s been disparaging the team since the start of the season, decides she’s gonna lighten things up with her little nut gag. The “joke” goes over like a turd in a punchbowl, and she sheepishly puts away her bag o’ nuts, mumbling to herself while Les and Linda offer pitying glances.
Upright, Outta Sight
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Thanks all, and Stay Funky!
When he’s not just making up words to make himself sound “impo’tant”, Bull likes to mix up his sports jargon. Maybe he really is talking about “putting the basketball through the uprights“; this would cause the backboard and hoop to come crashing to the floor. While this wouldn’t win any games, such a feat of strength would certainly strike terror into the hearts of the opponents.
Cayla, meanwhile, is amazed to see her Caucasian doppelgänger holding the Channel One mic.
Something Wiki This Way Comes
Les’ verbal caning of Owen continues, as does Owen’s dim perception of right and wrong. To quote the late John Wayne, “…it’s gettin’ to be re-God-damn-diculous…” It’s bad enough that TB revisits the topic of internet plagiarism again and again. But he compounds the monotony with four consecutive days of sputtering Les setting up Owen for an unfunny “punchline”.
Just Not My Type
Yes, Les Moore is the avatar we love to hate, but at least give him credit today for not losing his patience and smacking the living shit out of Owen…minus a few points for referring to Owen’s choice of “typeface” instead of “font”.
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Son of Stuck Funky 