Tag: Summer

Predictable

I don’t even know where to start with today’s strip. What makes “everyone” so certain that tonight’s game is Westview’s for the taking, especially with the She-Goats coming off a loss? Is the other team even lousier? And Cayla’s newly acquired defeatist attitude persists: “The customer is always wrong.” Th’ hell? No, the customer is always right. Anyway, how does that even follow what Les just said? And what percentage of faithful FW readers are gonna get the reference to mythical Cassandra, who was granted the gift of prophecy by the god Apollo? Les should have gone with “Meet my fiancee, the Amazing fucking Kreskin.”

Rewind

For cryin’ out loud, Summer. Can’t you let the guy watch his videotape in peace without you sitting there simpering?

Lisa must have been having a “good” day when she recorded her video message, since by the time she learned that Darin was her son, she was about two months from death. She looks pretty robust on the tape. I wonder how proud she’d be if she lived to see how far Darin got in life with that MBA.

That's What Unfriends are For

So the gag gifts from yesterday were merely a setup for the “real” “present”, which Summer brandishes close enough to Darin’s face to cause him to flinch: “A birthday video that Lisa made for you.” And yes, it’s awkward hearing Summer reference her sainted mother by her first name, but it would be more awkward to have her say “a birthday video that my mom…um, our mom…my biological, uh, your biological mother…”, especially with the woman who actually raised Boy Lisa standing nearby.

All that aside: today’s punchline is actually cute and funny: Darin delivers a gentle zinger to his age-shifting adoptive parents, and Ann doesn’t miss a beat. Well played (for once), Mr. Batiuk.