Are we STILL on this? More on Ruby's retirement Here in today's strip Batton butts right in Again, he does NOT work here Who asked him to speak? Batton's questioning A reflection of TB? Is the strip's end near? Or is this resolve? Tom writing his thoughts in strip Eff-ing ponderous A warning haiku The link above has cussing That's NSFW! With Dinkle, Linda And others who fake retire Do we believe this? We probably should Not like TB gave Ruby Anything worthwhile Chester looks depressed I mean, he's just despondent In his sad jacket
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Re-haiku-ment
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I guess that’s why they call it refuse
Les continues to set Funky up for this tiresome Crankshaft schtick in today’s strip. Why? Why is he doing this? Is.. is he enjoying this? He’s even more monstrous than I thought!
The real story behind the name of pickleball is (not-widely) debated, though all of the purported origins clear the low bar of being more interesting than the one put forth in this strip. I’m surprised, actually, that pickleball has not caught on in Westview, given that it was invented by a guy* who died of cancer…
*apologies to the late Joel Pritchard
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Operation Over-bored
Did you know Linda teaches history at Westview HS? No? Well, then you you’ll learn something from today’s strip. It is, apparently, more than any of Linda’s students can say they’ve learned in several years now.
Yeah, well, she was supposed to be retired by now and she’s only in it for the pension anyways… Plus, the last time I think we saw her actually teach anything she was teaching the “Family Living Course” back when we were still meeting the Owen&Cody generation of kids.
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Off The Depend
Today’s strip is both stupid and gross. I have nothing else to say about it.
Here are some better comic strips, read them instead…
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Quoth the unshaven “Anymore”
If today’s strip is to be believed, Crazy Harry is completely unaware of a genre of music that has been a major force in popular music for three-and-a-half decades now, and is arguably well into its second decade as the dominant genre of music in the United States. Where has Crazy been? Living under a rock (booooooooo!) since the Reagan administration?
Funky lives up to his name for once, brimming with mildly more modern musical knowledge than Crazy, the Act I gang’s resident music fan and audiophile dating back even to his early appearances. I guess he’s now not only channeling NASCAR legend Mark Martin’s haircut but also Martin’s unexpected rap music fandom.
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