
Nice eyebrows,
Summer.
“This is going nowhere good. File that statement under “grammar constructs an English teacher would never use”, and also under “to be said at the beginning of every FW story arc”.

Nice eyebrows,
Summer.
“This is going nowhere good. File that statement under “grammar constructs an English teacher would never use”, and also under “to be said at the beginning of every FW story arc”.
“But I don’t think you understand what you’re taking on here.” Wonder if anyone said that to Bull when he undertook Summer’s “knee-hab”? Anyway, more than enough smirks to go around in today’s strip. Bull’s a “teacher”, huh? I’m reminded of a quote by one of TB’s (and Les’) idols, Woody Allen: “Those who can’t do, teach, and those who can’t teach, teach gym.”
I’m struggling with guilt over hating today’s strip, but come on. This is just layin’ it on with a trowel. I could maybe allow myself to give TB a pass if not for Summer’s constant smirk. What’s with her face in panel 5 (right)? Looks like she’s planning a heist.
All of us have dealt with the loss of a loved one. In Funkiverse time, it’s 14½ years since her sainted Mom passed away, but thanks to the combination of Les’ prolonged grieving and a seemingly infinite collection of beyond-the-grave videos, Summer feels compelled to go through this ritual year after year. There’s a difference between fond remembrance and…I dunno, insanity.
I can’t wait for Funky’s pilgrimage to Bedside Manor next month.
Finally, a special occasion that actually deserves to be celebrated at Montoni’s. The joint hasn’t been this packed since Darin discovered breakfast pizza. Everybody’s here…of course, Becky and Wally have to slave away back in the kitchen, and Khan’s been a persona non grata since opening up his own eatery nearly a year ago. Holly and Donna are in the same shot, proving they are not the same person; ditto Summer and Pete (wasn’t he leaving town?). Dead Skunk Head John and Bull are either gazing lovingly at one another or have just finished sharing a joint.
Oh, you forgot that Jinx was a “sports junkie“? You must not remember her excitement when step-mom Linda signed her up to play girls’ softball a few summers ago (and guess who she volunteered to coach?). The news of the She-Goats’ advancing to the state tournaments is greeted with utter indifference by everyone but Summer, Cayla, and Les, who is smirking up a storm. Jim the science teacher isn’t even looking at the TV; he just stares into space, contemplating retirement.