Lisa’s Legacy – Page 10 – Son of Stuck Funky

Cell Phone Girl Returns!

I told you it was a murder plot! For all you snarkers who wondered what became of Cell Phone Girl: there she is in panel one, talking on her cellphone (natch), just waiting for her cue to run Funky’s fat ass into the ditch, this time for good.

And for those of you (suckers) who are still looking for any kind of linear continuity in the Funkiverse: the last time jump was three years ago next week…Funky was (supposed to be) 46 years old. So despite how old Batiuk makes him look, he wouldn’t even be fifty yet (his birthday is ostensibly in late March), let alone “in” his fifties. Oh well, it sets up the “punchline”.

Must Be the Shoes

Funky has sought out a park bench far away from the crowd in order to limber up his wobbly, creaky, Stilton-toned legs, when along comes Crazy Harry. “Crazy” actually seems kind of normal today. It’s only when he’s in his postal uni and tweed cap, swilling free coffee at Montoni’s counter, that he rambles nonsensically. What does our mailman deliver today? Just a setup for yet another Funky rant about the cost of living.

Stretch This

The pacing of this strip has gone from bad to unbearable. Start the race already! I guess wearing a STAFF shirt gives one license to not only dispense advice, but to emphasize said advice by wagging a finger. I have some advice for ya, Funky: what you need to stretch is your wife’s neck.

Fold, Damn You

For the third day in a row we are asked to marvel at the presence of Funky at a 5K run. “Holly saw this as a chance to build on the work I’ve been doing since my accident and end up in an even better spot.” Idiot: Holly’s plot to have you die in a car crash failed, so plan B is to get you to run until you drop dead.

Somebody tell Pink Visor Lady in panel 2 that the “Race for the Chinless” was last week.

Run? Like Hell

There was a time in the Funkiverse when a lame quip like Holly makes here would have drawn at least an appreciative chuckle from Les. But now that he’s a soon-to-be-published author (and he’s wearing a STAFF shirt and carrying a bullhorn and clipboard), the supercilious douchebag just shoots her a look. Also “running” away in panel 3 is Funky’s half-smile, replaced with a more appropriate “Ah shit, what does it matter” expression.

Nice “Paulie Walnuts” gray streaks on Les today…