Link to today’s strip.
I don’t suppose it could be said often, or loudly, enough: THERE’S NO NEED FOR CONTACTS–YOU SEE THESE PEOPLE EVERYDAY.
And, once again, despite all his whining and complaining and moaning about having to be on the reunion committee, someone else has done Les’ job for him. Will that stop the whining, complaining and moaning long enough for Les to offer a simple “Thank you”? Of course not. Les doesn’t thank anyone. Hmph, if anything, they should be thanking him. Here they are, bathing in his presence and all they can do is give him grief for not being a shallow teenager. How he suffers!
By my count, Les has done exactly nothing to help prepare for the reunion. Perhaps that makes him wiser than the others in a real-world sense, but it still makes me want to slap him. Of course, that’s natural to feel anytime Les shows up.
And, with Les “leading” the committee, the Coming Reunion is certain to become a Lesfest. Hey, remember Lesfest ’12? Totally awesome. I got completely blitzed on nachos, man, and they had the widescreen TV wheeled in. Woo-hoo! Good times, man.
Son of Stuck Funky 