Almost midnight? Time for some huggin’ an’ a kissin’! Bull has loosened up with a few drinks, and Ann and Fred Fairgood exchange fond glances. Cayla and Susan each look for their man, but…where’s the host with the most? No doubt, he’s with a ghost.
TB cuts Cayla a little slack today by drawing her to look like Valerie from Josie and the Pussycats.
Bull trudges towards Les’s house with a look on his face like he’s being marched to the electric chair. What’s worse than being invited to a party at Moore Manor? Being forced to stay there until at least midnight.
Usually when we see the students of Westview in a classroom setting, their facial expressions suggest boredom, stupidity, or lack of sleep. This morning, however, they are all smiles: not only is Mrs. Bushka letting them watch TV, but their hero, hell, everyone’s hero, Mr. Moore, is on the Today show! Judging from the image on the (black and white?) TV, his interviewer is neither Meridith nor Matt. The snarkers who suggested Les would be relegated to hour four of the Today show were right: only Kathie Lee would be dumb enough to flub the title of the book her guest is there to promote. Her classmates’ smiles turn to looks of disbelief, but Summer takes the indignity of hearing her late mother’s name misremembered in stride. She responds not with outrage but with a smirk, and with another entry for the Batiuktionary!
Oh thank God we are out of that pizza parlor. Would that we could get away from The Grounded One as well. His star trip on hold for the moment, Les has time for a koffee klatch with his dysfunctionally-married co-workers Linda and Bull Bushka. Les’ casual greeting to Bull is met with a disjointed string of coachspeak non-sequiturs; it’s like those creepy Bing “search overload” commercials. Having tasted the spotlight after the Scapegoats ended their 20-year football losing streak vs. Big Walnut Tech, Bull wants to be ready for the media swarm that’s sure to accompany the defending state champs of girls’ basketball. He really should just concentrate on sitting at the table without spilling coffee all over himself.
Linda: “…come to think of it…Bull’s relationship with me is like a dysfunctional marriage…”
Extra Saturday treat:
One of TB’s classic hatchet-faced female profiles!
Note from TFH: I’m handing over the helm of the good ship SoSF for a week to trusted first mate DavidO…I’m not going anywhere, my brain just needs a rest! I’ll be joinin’ you lubbers below decks as we sail the seas of snark!
Son of Stuck Funky 
