Good Lord, there’s a lot of verbiage in today’s strip, including a whole panel’s worth from yesterday. Les fondly reminisces about the time Ronnie’s inattentive driving nearly got them killed. And this was before cellphones!
Tag: Les
Ronnie Come Lately
Les once had a job as a teacher. Now he is a full-time signer of books. The pay isn’t as much and the benefits are zilch, unless you count being fawned over by adoring middle-aged women. Once in awhile, even women from your past. Get in line, sister…
Sum' Plays Dumb
Keisha continues to relentlessly grill her BBBFF (basketball BFF). In today’s strip, “lately” extends to include that platonic (at least on one side) porch embrace from over seven months ago.
Please Wait to Be Seated
Les has taken a break from mourning his long-dead spouse long enough to report to “work” at Montoni’s deserted pizzeria. The Sunday panels are notoriously dimly lit, so it’s hard to tell if today’s scene is unfolding in daytime, nighttime, or even the wee wee hours (remember, this joint stays open until 4 am on the weekends). Neither Les, the maître d’, nor the proprietor, Funky, can be bothered to get off their asses and greet these two strangers. What hospitality. No wonder the place is empty.
Special guest appearance in panel 1: the disembodied head of Henry Fonda.
Auld Les Syne
bobanero
December 29, 2010 at 3:42 pm
We’re obviously being set up for some stroke-of-midnight showdown or non-showdown here.
Wouldn’t we love to see that long-awaited showdown? A fierce, champagne-soaked catfight between the two (living and breathing) rivals for Les’ affection? Ain’t. Gonna. Happen.
Epicus Doomus
December 27, 2010 at 8:25 pm
At the stroke of midnight Les will no doubt be talking to Lisa again, while the other (remaining) guests will be rolling their eyes. “Uh, what’s Les doing over there?” “Oh, just talking to his dead wife again, he does that all the time.”
Yup, no doubt.
S. P. Charles
December 28, 2010 at 12:13 am
You can pretty much see where this is going: at the stroke of midnight, as Kayla and Susan look on, Les kisses Zombie Lisa.
You peeked, Charles! Nah, we all saw this coming, didn’t we? But c’mon, let’s give poor Les a break. After all, it’s only been how long since…
Epicus Doomus
December 29, 2010 at 7:15 pm
…Lester’s weird obsessiveness would be creepy even if it was only three or four years since Lisa died, but 13? That is pretty messed-up…
Ten years for the jump plus three real-time years since equals 13 years of moping. And while grieving is perfectly normal, particularly for one who died such a lingering death at a young age…comes a time when you accept the way things are. Even in the comics.
Happy New Year, folks!
Son of Stuck Funky 
