Sometimes, after you’ve navigated the plane into the side of a mountain, it’s best to just walk away, whistling inconspicuously, and act as if nothing ever happened. This is apparently what Neal Rubin’s plan is today. (“What? They gave a radio show to the idiot hat guy and the tall guy? I’m pretty sure I don’t know what you’re talking about. Here, let me show you something else completely, and hope you just forgot about Saturday’s strip. Nobody reads this comic on Saturday anyway, right?”)
I’m not entirely convinced that we haven’t heard the last of the football season and it’s train-wreck plot, but at least for the moment I can easily pretend that it never happened as well (because Neal bribed me with a case of Nutboys (“Nutboy: It’s Shitty!”)
So what to make of the Swifti Mart outside of Milford and its fuzzy-slipper-wearing Hungarian immigrant clientele? Who knows just yet, but perhaps Neal can run lawyer Ashley Aiello‘s fictional career into the ground as successfully as he destroyed poor Marla Drutz.
Nut Boy! Nut Boy!
Eat a yummy Nut Boy!
Have a nutty Nut Boy,
Maybe have two.
Nut Boy! Nut Boy!
I’d give my left nut, boy
For a juicy Nut Boy,
Now, wouldn’t you?
Comment by Scott de B. — December 8, 2008 @ 10:34 am
At least Ashley Aiello has an excuse for her freak hand. As you can see, the hand was reattached (by surgery resident, Dr. Frankenstein). The hand was severed when Ashley was operating the cardboard baler in the back of the SwiftiMart. When the accident occured, one of her co-workers scooped up the hand and threw it in the jar of brine that holds the scotch eggs on the counter to preserve it. (They don’t hire the sharpest knives in the drawer at the SwiftiMart). The hand had been partially pickled by the time they got it to the hospital to reattach it.
Ashley’s probably going to be paid a surprise visit by Mimi, who wants her to go out for volleyball, since she can probably serve the bejeezus out of the ball with that thing. Plus Mimi has a craving for Nutboys, and, as everybody knows, you have to go outside Milford to get them.
I love the wonderful slogan “It’s Shitty!” but even if it is what I assumed it was, “It’s Nutty!“, that’s still pretty wonderful.
Comment by Ned Ryerson — December 8, 2008 @ 11:37 am
With all the boiling p(l)ots this new one gets dumped into the stew… were’t we all not sleeping both Sat and Sun nights to see how jacked up the Moonster was gonna get when he found out he’d been upstaged? What kind of mayhem/hilarity would ensue? Then this. Nutty? I’m thinking fully blown psychotic!
Comment by SemperFi4evr — December 8, 2008 @ 12:02 pm
I’m thinking Marty Moon shows up at the Swifti Mart to buy a bottle of Thunderbird and some Nut Boys. Mayhem/hilarity ensues.
Comment by Don, the Rebel without a Blog — December 8, 2008 @ 12:17 pm
Nut Boy would be a fitting sponsor for the new “Prep Spotlight.” Otherwise I, like everyone else, am going “WTF?”
Two notes to deepen the mystery:
– the rapidly spreading pool of liquid (?) in the parking lot. Antifreeze from the Hungarian lady’s clunker? Spilled Frostee? Blooood?
– those items on the shelves, left-hand side of panel 2: Bowling bags? Maybe the Hungarian lady is renting some bowling shoes. (Yes, I know they’re supposed to be bags of potato chips, but they look big and vinyly.
Comment by johnw — December 8, 2008 @ 12:25 pm
Ashley Aiello is clearly a dude in panel 2, and the closeup of that Adam’s Apple in panel 3 confirms it.
I am intrigued by those boxes in the background. I’m pretty sure that one of them is trying to give us all some very sound advice (RUN!) I have no idea what the other ones are trying to say.
Comment by Wikitorix — December 8, 2008 @ 12:30 pm
Someone needs to tell the Hungarian immigrant that the quart of oil she’s buying in panel 2 won’t make up for the amount her car is leaking in panel 1.
“Call the EPA we got a spill bigger than the Exxon Valdez.”
Comment by Ray — December 8, 2008 @ 12:34 pm
I’m convinced that Customer Lady’s dress says “BACBO” right above her fat calves.
What significance BACBO has is unlcear to me, however.
Comment by DUNOTS — December 8, 2008 @ 12:44 pm
The Old Hungarian Lady is wearing some MASSIVE platform shoes!
Comment by sourbelly — December 8, 2008 @ 12:45 pm
Panel 3 – isn’t there some sort of OSHA rule that prohibits having a bare light bulb dangling at face level in the stockroom?
Comment by Philip — December 8, 2008 @ 12:53 pm
If Marty Moon shows up at WHCC after a bender, threatening to rip the place apart, maybe they’ll buy him off with a producer credit* and the we’ll have The NutBoy Prep Spotlight with Sacko and the Hatt, A MartyMoon Production.
*and a year’s supply of NutBoys
Comment by Ned Ryerson — December 8, 2008 @ 1:02 pm
I think Ashley Aiello (no realtion to Danny) will encounter Marty Moon, broke and desperate for his next bottle of Thunderbird, with a toy gun, getting ready to stick up the Swifti Mart. As an afterthought, he steals the “Shitty” Nut Boys to sell on the street. I imagine Marty on his downhill slide smells like pee, stale cigarettes and cheap liquor.
The Hungarian peasant lady is actually Sacko’s hot Ploish grandmother.
Comment by Regina — December 8, 2008 @ 3:14 pm
“So what to make of the Swifti Mart outside of Milford and its fuzzy-slipper-wearing Ukrainian immigrant clientele?”
Fixed that for you.
We have six of them on my block, and I’ve actually seen one of them wear fuzzy slippers to the 7-11. Viva Winnipeg.
Comment by Charlene — December 8, 2008 @ 3:18 pm
Neal is great. Look, http://www.fda.gov/oc/po/firmrecalls/nutboy09_03.html headline: The Nut Boy Company Issues Allergy Alert on Undeclared Sulfites in “Tropics Mix” and “Banana Nut Mix”.
Comment by mr. beautiful — December 8, 2008 @ 3:43 pm
BACBO is the corporation that manufactures Nut Boys. Geez, I thought everybody knew that.
Comment by Don, the Rebel without a Blog — December 8, 2008 @ 4:17 pm
And Ashley wasn’t even supposed to be there today.
Comment by Sgt. Saunders — December 8, 2008 @ 4:35 pm
It’s a routine night for Ashley Aiello– hardworking Milford junior and Honor Society candidate– who has been running the register and stocking shelves, only to be confronted by a major cliffhanger. (UNTIL…)
Babushkas and Nutboys aside, something is about to happen, and– mirabile visu– it may have something to do with Ponczak and Vanzetti!
Smart money is on a surprise appearance by the shattered Marty Moon, equipped with a rubber pistol and an attempted hard-on.
Gil will have his work cut out for him to get the Moonster out of this jam, but he must– what would Milford be without the standard candle of Marty Moon?
Comment by vaganova — December 8, 2008 @ 4:45 pm
yo, jason, it was a TV show, not radio that sacko and the drudgette host. sounds like yr putting as much effort in this blog as neal is into he strip.
oh, wait. nevermind.
Comment by lester — December 8, 2008 @ 5:45 pm
Yeah, I’m wondering who this Askley girl is, and how the hell she fits in to the insanity of the fall storyline.
Comment by 5-4 Emptyeye — December 8, 2008 @ 8:05 pm
OMG, today’s strip takes a detour into crazytown…I think my above prediction on what’s happening is correct, Jason.
Comment by Regina — December 9, 2008 @ 4:03 am
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