By bats | December 21, 2022 - 12:47 pm
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Summer is roaming the town, and finally decides to leave it…for a Christmas concert (o joy).

This must be the Christmas concert to end all Christmas concerts! Don’t be late!

Is this too good to be true?!??

Well, happy holidays anyway!

Meanwhile, Batuiuiuk fancies himself a science fiction author (“sci-fi”, in his case…):

Only one more day…

This is it…and not a moment too soon!

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By bats | October 25, 2022 - 2:36 pm
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The sad little plot thickens…

Why do you keep opening your mouth, Les?

Summer meets the high school janitor, who is a Time Lord or some such garbage (29 days to implosion, Batuik, you hack)…

Mop-boy yammers on and on, as Summer tries to think of anything she can do to ditch him.

And a Sunday strip…worthy of snarking unmercifully!

And so Summer tries to clear her head…

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By bats | September 27, 2022 - 3:57 pm
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So, the Twits are going to be doing something useful and creative with John Darling’s murder weapon!
Meanwhile, writer Batuiuik continues to be an asshole.

If Batiuiuk were smart (among other things), he’d just let dead things lie, or something…

And once again, I ask: “crankshaft? Funky Winkerbean? WHO CARES?

Well, when you put it THAT way…

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By bats | September 4, 2022 - 3:14 pm
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Oh, look, there goes another one…

Cool. So far no funerals this week…

is it graduation time ALREADY? How about ….who cares?!??

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By bats | March 12, 2022 - 2:32 pm
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It’s the OSSCARZ! And a nobody actress has won! For “Lisa’s Story”! Shoot me now!

Oh the excitement! Oh the glamou Yeah, yeah, whatever.

Ooooooh…the tension is palpable….

She’ here! And so’s the award!


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By bats | January 28, 2022 - 1:50 pm
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The last strip I snarked was in August 2021 and if was about dead Lisa. Oh, that we all had the longevity of a decades-dead corpse!

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By bats | August 3, 2021 - 10:50 am
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Good Gracious…the lead-up to this magnificent event is just so TEDIOUS!

Oh, look! Mason has a super-special surprise for Les….

I swear to God….Batuiuik named the production company, not me!!!!

And you can guess how it all turns out.

Meanwhile, on to cheerier things…

Nothing happy lasts forever; you ought to know that by now. And it’s back to the Farmers’ Market.

Buck up, Les! Of course, you of all people know how to put on a happy face.

All’s well that ends. That’s it.

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By bats | May 31, 2021 - 11:30 am
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I have no idea if this is Funky Winkerbean or Crankshaft, but it’s a Batuiuik-World, after all. And the buttinsky should’ve gotten a clue from the sign posted on the door: “Under Nude Management.”

So two old has-been comic book artists are on their way to San Diego to be feted by the 238,853,412 members of Comic-Con. Maybe one or two might even recognize them!

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By bats | April 2, 2021 - 4:14 pm
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I rarely snark on Tom Batitutitk because his strips are so darn boring (Funky Winkerbean, Crankshaft). Even this isn’t much of a snark; the best thing might be if that CC’s John Long lifted my final panel to snark on it!
In case you care, Mr. Dinkle has been hired as an organist (snerk) at a local church of Satan or St. Tedium or something…

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