Bull and his posse are shocked, shocked, that Les has not shown up for his three o’clock beating. But Number 82, who looks like high-school Funky with a G.I. Wally haircut, spots a clue to Leaky Les’ location.
Tag: Les
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).
Bull-o-Knee
Summer’s “rehab” continues: she has graduated from the Barcalounger to an armchair. Although, rather than appearing “ripped“, her knee seems to have atrophied somewhat since the injury. By way of conversation, Summer brings up, in a roundabout way, the torment that her father suffered at the hands of her latter-day coach slash physical therapist, triggering in Bull a sepia-toned flashback. Suddenly mindful that Summer can’t run away with that bum knee, Bull leans in menacingly…
A couple quick notes from your humble scribe: I’ve added a button that lets you preview your comments before submitting (a tip o’ the SoSF Mets cap to redbird for the suggestion!) Also: Saturday, April 9th marks the one-year anniversary of SoSF! Starting next Sunday, we’ll have a week of posts from a Very Special Guest Blogger…stay tuned, and…Stay Funky! — TFH
Stropp Dead
Here’s the strip.
Oh, man. The cancer’s back. In the space of seven panels, The Writer reaches back into FW’s warmly-remembered Act I to bring forward a minor character and then kill him with the Big C. What? You don’t remember “John Stropp”? Maybe you remember him as Coach Jack Stropp. Get it now? But why does Les look so sad? He never played football. I guess Lisa’s experience makes him extra-simpatico towards other victims of the dread disease. Or…could the wheels in Les’ head be starting to turn? Hmmm: Stropp’s Story. Could be a book deal here!
Help, I'm a Rock
I seem to recall that part of the rationale for the “second time jump” in October of 2007 was to allow Batiuk to focus on Westview’s younger generation. That focus seems to consist of pointing out what a bunch of clueless, mindless, shiftless underachievers they are.
The class of 2011 can’t be bothered to cover up the previous senior class’ tag on Senior Rock with more battleship-gray paint. Not when they can just put their imprint on the smaller, adjacent rock. Nate’s correct about the current senior class “running pretty much true to form”; recall the class of 2010’s similarly half-assed stab at graffiti immortality.
Son of Stuck Funky 
