Tag: Les

It's All Good

Today it’s Aunt Nefertiti’s turn to meet The Smug One. Les, having been touched by Hollywood, forgets that mere mortals wouldn’t understand whether having been “optioned” is good or bad, and he succeeds in alienating yet another future in-law.

Family Style

I’m looking forward to Labor Day to see if TB follows through with introducing Les (and us) to Cayla’s family. There’s a lot of plot potential in such a meeting…but I’m going to bet right now that the meeting takes place “off-camera”, and we’ll catch up with our newly-engaged couple after the fact.

Labor Day comes early to Westview, and your humble scribe is feeling even more humble because I. Was. Wrong. Here we are at the Williams Family Picnic. Cayla’s Uncle Cedric politely tries to strike up a conversation with Les, and immediately regrets having done so.

Tony's Place

Well, we almost got through a whole week without seeing Les’ smug puss: the erstwhile “weekend manager” pops in to hear about how his “step-son” is revolutionizing the pizza business. For a brief moment, Tony musters the courage to stand up for himself, and for his (admittedly idiotic)  “ideas”, but TB is only setting him up to be further marginalized: notice how in every panel, Funky and Les loom above him. In the penultimate panel, Tony looks and acts like a mustachioed toddler as Funky looks down his nose at him, until finally Tony throws up his hands once again. Better warm up that Space Invaders machine; Tony’s goin’ back downstairs to sulk.

“La donna mobile”?
You may not recognize the lyric (I sure as hell didn’t) but you know the tune… 

Room for "Rents"

This partnership is off to a less-than-promising start. A real man would tell his mate “Let’s tell our daughters that we just got engaged” (and did they not see Summer and Keisha, stoned again and shooting hoops in the driveway when they got home?). Rather than acting as head of this soon-to-be-blended family, Les flails his wrist and snivels: “So…who wants to tell the girls?” as he and Cayla make a beeline for that ol’ porch swing. None of it matters, since Keisha and Summer – those imps! – have snuck within earshot just in time to hear Les bring the Sunday-only readers up to speed.