Again, it sure seems to me that someone who has come to “check out” Bull would be listening to Bull talk about his, um, er *cough* “successes” rather than go on and on and on and on about some play. It makes me think that this DUI guy stepped on a few too many toes, so they sent him to Westview to see what his future could look like if he doesn’t start shaping up.
Look at Dolt’s expression in panel two, and contrast it with his expression in panel two of Tuesday’s strip. The sunny helpful face has been replaced by one creased with worry. The penny is beginning to drop. You know, those guys who said, “Good luck, and don’t come back!” weren’t really smiling.
Maybe I can grab one of these tackling dummies and bring it back to DUI, and say, Guys, meet Bull Bushka! and everyone will laugh and I’ll be okay. He glances between the two. The tackling dummy certainly is smarter and has a better personality…
I have to say, for a strip that specializes in being unbelievably boring, Tom Batiuk has really outdone himself this week…and we’re not over yet, not for the week and I’m sure not for the arc. After all, nothing resembling a “point” has reared its ugly head. All of which I’m sure will lead to Bull being tempted to go to the big city, but deciding to stay in Westview because of a poorly-worded platitude he smirks out to someone. Les, probably.
Oh…I forgot today’s word-play. How could I have forgotten that? It’s…certainly there, isn’t it. It reminds me of a dumb joke whose punchline makes up today’s title. Other than that, it’s another Crankshaft reject.
Son of Stuck Funky 