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Hacking Away

Please join me in sending thoughts and prayers to those affected by the horrific and senseless terror bombings in Boston.

—TFHackett

Louder
April 13, 2013 at 11:44 am
Really, studios have a whole host of writers to “help” idiots like Less pull their heads our of their asses.

…and it’s certain that Les could use some help, though he won’t find any at Montoni’s. Please tell me that Mister Stuck-Up-a-Rope-in-Gym-Class isn’t weakly employing a sports metaphor, two sports metaphors in fact. “Seeing the stitches on the fast ball”? Well, for starters, “fast ball” in a baseball context is usually one word…and the last fastball that Les saw almost left him with stitches.

Basket Boink

A couple questions: we know that Bull coaches the girls’ basketball team, and is Westview’s athletic director. But what class is he teaching here? Have we ever seen him in front of a classroom? Maybe he’s been pressed into service to cover for one of the teachers who’ve been let go? And why is he holding a putter?

Irrepara-Bull

I will pass along to Coach “Bull” Bushka something that one of my own high school (music) teachers told me:

“Hey, when yer playin’ pocket pool, keep yer eye on the ref, he’s a real jerkoff!”

“How are Summer Keisha and doing at Kent?” As of today…3-24.

Buckets of Lame

Linda is on a roll this week, isn’t she, folks? Apparently, since Sum’ Mo’ and Special K moved up to Kent State (currently 3-23), the Lady Scapegoats have reverted to their own losing ways. Linda comes out with yet another idiotic idiom that no one’s ever used. Cayla gamely provides the straight line here, trying to make sense of what Linda means by “empty the bucket time”. I was kinda hoping she meant the old Harlem Globetrotters bit…now that’s funny!

…Said Nobody, Anywhere, Ever

Charles
February 26, 2013 at 7:27 pm
…in contrast to Les, [Linda’s] appearances don’t really do anything. At least with Les you have this often hilarious negative reaction. With Linda, it’s much more tiresome, with the primary reaction usually being boredom.

Holy Toledo, am I starting to hate, hate this comic strip. Having failed to get laughs yesterday with a stroke gag, Batiuk ratchets up the level of discomfort considerably by equating the away team’s “good state of mind” and competitive spirit with… hemorrhagic fever?