That’s about all you need to know. I haven’t been keeping track (then again, Greg Evans seems more interested in the sordid tail of TJ fingering Ann Eiffel, and some other plots that are too lame for me to remember).
Well, Luann’s latest (imaginary) boyfriend is returning to Australia. And after three or six years of being in the States, little Miss Tease hasn’t gotten further than first base with him (maybe not even that far). Of course, with him nearly stepping on the plane, suddenly she’s hot to trot.
Well, sweetie, I think the horse has left the barn. Or the barn door’s been left open. Or someone’s been ridden hard and put away wet…
Yes, Luann, you and your family (with its penchant for infinite teasing if you know what I mean and I think you do) just keep believing that.
Funky Winkerbean and Luann cut to the chase in topics ripped from the headlines! Same-sex couples attending the prom! Frivolous lawsuits! 21st Century adaptations of Of Mice and Men!
My God…it’s like I never have to listen to the news again to be so well-informed!
In two separate comics, we have employees in the food service industry who just can’t grasp the concept that talking with customers to the exclusion of other customers and duties is not a job priority. I didn’t think this was rocket science. Evidently I was wrong.
I have to admit, if I saw either of them as I walked into a restaurant, I might opt for another place to eat.
Luann being one. Her so-called intelligent brother (he’s an EMT and a fire-fighter) is laid off, and his Bright Idea for employment is to apply for the custodial crew at a fast-food restaurant. Good thinking if there’s ever a grease fire, I guess.
CC’s queek and carbunicle do read this strip, on the other hand. And they have found something to laugh about. Or snark about (well, as long as you can sub a buxom beauty from the Lockhorns!):
And then CC’s Droopy Says referred to the time a few years ago when Brad got into a tangle with Bad Boy Dirk. I knew I should’ve stopped reading after the cops lead Dirk away, but no…I had to keep reading to gain some insights into the the psyche that is known as B-wad…
Good job, fellow Comics Curmudgeon readers and snarkers!
AND HE CALLED HOME!
AND RUSTY ANSWERED THE PHONE!
AND THEN RUSTY TOLD EVERYONE THAT MARK WAS ALIVE!
AND THEN RUSTY TOLD EVERYONE THAT MARK WAS COMING HOME!
~whew!~
What more needs to be said?
And it’s almost not the cartoonists’ fault!
…and pre-emptory strikes:
(In other words, lay off the menopause/tit-bearing/teen-embarrassing humor. Such as it is. Thank you.)
Hangin’ around the library…
Hangin’ around the mall…
Ah, were we ever that young and carefree?