Tag: smirk

Studly Buddy

John
July 29, 2013 at 2:18 am
Wally: “I thought that maybe I’d enroll at community college this fall and get back to work on my degree.”

Rachel: “This fall?!? You do realize that August begins THIS WEEK, right?!? You need to march right down there and BEG for a spot NOW.”

Looks like Wally heard you! Wherever this arc is going, at least it’s moving along. Wally has put word into action and enrolled at community college. Sure, book learnin’s important, but where will Wally learn not to blurt things out that will earn him the death smirk from Rachel?

Put Off

Link to today’s strip

Perhaps the sounds you’re hearing are from a mass zombie outbreak, in which millions of the newly-risen dead thirst for the flesh of the living.  Perhaps it’s an asteroid, howling through the air on its way to smite us.  Could be, but I think that if you listen carefully you’ll discover that you’ve been screaming for a long, long time.

I know what some (initials “TB”) might say: that the elderly have a perfect right to enjoy an active sex life.  And I wouldn’t argue with that–what I would argue with is the depiction or the implication.  There are a lot of biological processes that people do that are perfectly natural.

It’s just that we don’t have to watch them doing those perfectly natural biological processes, or read about how they’re just itching to do them.   How many times have you seen characters in a comic strip use the restroom, for example?

–I’ve just given Tom Batiuk an idea, haven’t I?  I am so, so sorry, everyone.

UPDATE:  As Epicus points out in the comments, this was wrong when Frankie did it, right?

Gasp! Shock!

With the tiniest edit, we can indeed make this even creepier–

Poor John Candy

Anni-worse-ary

Congratulations to Harry and Harriet Dinkle on their fiftieth wedding anniversary! Say, Harry: between your teacher’s pension, the proceeds from your multi-volume autobiography, and the royalties from your compositions, I bet you’re planning a really special surprise for the Mrs. Maybe a cruise, or a trip to Europe, or a…a party at Montoni’s. Yes, Harriet will be surprised, all right: surprised at what a cheap bastard she’s been married to for fifty years.