That section of fence should have a permanent indentation from how Bull drapes his bulk over it every football season. “Jason’s” dad pleads on his son’s behalf for more playing time. Bull’s reply delights Mr. Williams (no relation) who goes strutting happily on his way. Hopefully, when Mr. Williams realizes that Jason has effectively been cut from the team, he’ll come strutting back to punch Athletic Director Bushka right in the face for making a jerk out of him. And would the poor kid’s title really be “ball boy” and not something less demeaning like “equipment manager”?
Tag: Westview High School
Con"Grads"ulations, Class of 2022–err, 2012?
Guest blogger DavidO here, reporting for duty for my last entry before passing the reins back to someone with much more talent than I, TFHackett!
Confusing, impossible to decipher time-jumps aside, Summer and Company (Aka, the nameless, faceless rest of her class) has finally graduated from high school!
Call me an ol’ softy but I can’t find too many faults with Sunday’s strip, aside from the smirk on Summer’s P1 baby picture. It’s actually rather well done and paced at a level that lends itself well to a one-shot Sunday strip.
Enjoy it, Snarkers. Dailies like this are far and few inbetween.
A glitch in the matrix
Someone refresh my memory but have we not already done this joke!? It was either this or a very slight variation of it. I’m reminded with strips like these that we longtime snarkers might be recalling the one-a-day gags as being funnier than they were.
In any case, time, or what we understand to be some rudimentary construct of time, seems to be advancing in a forward, almost coherent movement for once. I couldn’t tell you for the life of me when Summer got her driver’s license (or if she even did) but a mess of students are about to graduate from high school, leaving us with Cody, Owen and a gaggle of nameless, faceless students with pencil wrists and melting faces.
Tuesdays with Snorey.
Guest blogger DavidO here again, making a quick entry from the road, trying to be as funny as I can at a Motel8 lobby’s shared PC while a couple argues loudly about estate planning in the hotel breakfast bar no less than 10 feet from me.
Cory, Westview’s favorite badboy, has been reduced to that “kid sleeping in class character” for a quick gag. We’re so rarely given any glimpses of the Winkerbean homelife that it’s impossible to tell what’s keeping him up at night. Meanwhile, we’re treated to a possible sighting of Cell Phone girl and Celebrating Guy from Westview’s big win!
As the school year grinds down (In real life, a good amount of school years across the country are already over) it’s looking more and more like Westview’s kids might be keep in class well into August as TB tries to make up ground lost to the utterly pointless Promeggedeon storyline.
The Envelope? Puh-LEEZE!
Jinx Bushka is not only the one-woman prom committee; she’s also the official emcee of Westview High. She gets to do cool things like give the morning announcements to her fellow students via closed-circuit TV. As the most controversial senior prom in WHS history draws to a close, it’s Jinx’s job to announce the Prom King and…King? Isn’t the suspense just killing you?
Let’s hope this wraps up tomorrow…the whole envelope-opening cliffhanger aspect of today’s strip has me worried that we may be in for another “The Week in Funky Winkerbean” (from Dean’s Comic Booth):
Son of Stuck Funky 
