“Yeah, John really supports me during marching band season.” Bullshit. Unless by “supports me” you mean “complains to our friends about our nonexistent sex life“. When have we ever seen John lift a finger to “support” her, during marching band season or any other time? He can barely support himself: he runs a business that discourages casual shoppers and is not accessible by the disabled, he turned down a chance to acquire valuable inventory, and his store serves as a clubhouse for local misfits.
Tag: Rachel
Bells are Ring-ing
Wishing a Merry Christmas and a Funky New Year to my readers and especially to my guest authors: DavidO, Epicus Doomus, Beckoning Chasm and Oddnoc!
Oh, Wally, you romantic fool. As if presenting Rachel with an I.O.U. for an engagement ring last summer near the gazebo wasn’t sweet enough…On Christmas Day , handing the ring in its box to your intended with a “Here you go”…instead of getting on one knee, or putting the ring on her finger. And then grinning like a dope at the prospect of never having to buy another thing for Rachel for the rest of your lives together.
Gimme Little Sign
…said Funky yesterday. I wonder too, since Montoni’s patrons will have three days before Christmas to enjoy the festive fruits of the gang’s labor. What’s interesting about today’s strip
(besides the fact that Jessica’s hair has doubled in volume) is how much loving care has gone into that “Closed” sign. That’s a professional job. Compare that with the childishly scrawled oaktag poster that heralded the arrival of breakfast pizza. Tells you all you need to know about where Mr. Chamber of Commerce’s priorities lie.
Feels Like Christmas, Smells Like Pepperoni
Baby Skyler‘s freakishly rapid development continues apace. He’s about twice the size of most four weeks-olds, and sits erect, holds his head up, and can point at things.
Deck the Malls
It “seems like” that, Rachel, because you were putting up the Halloween decorations only seven weeks ago (and only three days before Halloween). Now your boss has waited until mid-December to drag out the Christmas decor. I’m no fan myself of Christmas creep, but decking the halls a week and a half before Santa arrives seems kind of lazy.
Son of Stuck Funky 
