Tag: Montoni's

Krack-a-toe-r

Looks like another antique joke in today’s strip.

I actually don’t dislike the hacky old jokes that TB so often leans on, but they never EVER land in this strip because they are delivered in an environment completely and totally absent of joy. It’s like interrupting the end of Old Yeller with Hee Haw cornfield shtick and then using scenes from Schindler’s list for reaction shots.

That elderly relative we all have who asks “if it’s nacho cheese then whose is it?” doesn’t do so in between discussing their various medical ailments and how their life insurance policy will only pay for a fraction of their funeral. If your elderly relative does do this, then I am sorry that you are related to Tom Batiuk.

The often imitated but never duplicated beckoningchasm returns to the helm tomorrow. Thanks for putting up with me for the past couple weeks.

Sunday Blahs

SosfDavidO here, finishing up my shift before passing the Bat-Tom to Epicus Doomus, who will be handling the Ebola Airport Screening Joke arc. As you can see, today’s strip is a lose-lose proposition for lovers of funnies and those that enjoy a scathing snark. Tombat drew a veteran with salad tongs for hands but I can’t say anything because I have the utmost respect for those who serve, doubly so for those who were injured in combat.

So, thanks Tom. Now we all just feel awful about everything.

Give Him Props

SosfDavidO here, still stuck in the sweltering hellhole known as Montoni’s Pizza, where even Funky’s sweatstains have sweatstains.

Does anyone remember? Where was Wally living before he decided to jump on the offer to live in the catbox above Montoni’s? Because judging from his more-cheerful-than-usual expression as the prospect it must have been underneath a freeway overpass. Thankfully he’s brought some stand-in cardboard cutouts of veterans in today’s strip to help out, though Tombat seems to be clumsily indicating the one man is in fact a cashier.