Sure, they’re gay! (As in “Happy”…What else would I mean?)

For the last month or so this comic has been like some poor schlub who’s lost at sea, floating on a door and hoping to get rescued. Most days are godawfully boring and uneventful…but occasionally a boat passes by, far along the horizon. The schlub waves furiously, hoping to be rescued…and then thinks they might just see him! He momentarily grows hopeful. Then of course, the boat drifts away out of sight. Back to the boredom and frustration as he dies a slow horrible death! Meanwhile, we’re all hoping this thing ends with a vicious shark attack.

So now it’s time to pay a requisite visit to the womens’ team. Sure, let’s focus on them for a total of maybe three panels all winter. Hadley V. Baxendale would be pretty pissed off at this lack of coverage, not to mention the shoddy uniforms.

But enough babble. You all have one thing you want to discuss today, and that’s the insanity of panel two! Now if you read this blog, you’re more than likely some sort of pervert and think it’s all just portraying something overtly sexual. Well, knock it off, ya pervs. It’s clear that they, um…have just gone out to celebrate by holding an all-women’s box social at the Bucket, while, uh, still in uniform? Er, ya that still sounds dirty. Maybe they’re just doing the cha-cha because they’re thrilled that the comic is finally paying them lip service for always being second banana. Crap. That sounds dirty too. I give up.

And finally, I’m not even gonna bother trying to care why Seja’s snoopy aunt is still keeping a 24 hour vigil on the Gregory household. Maybe ’cause that’s the window where she keeps her bong? I’m just praying the shark attack comes soon.