7/10/09
A sports program for underprivileged youth? How very…dull. The only interesting thing going on here is that Ted appears to be coaching a teenage version of Scott McCloud (author of Understanding Comics) as well as some flamboyant midget version of Brent Raptor.
7/11/09
The children rightly flee in terror at the thought of Gil showing up to practice. If only something would break to explode Mimi’s eyeball. Ah, there we go.
7/13/09
More like “Stay back, there’s ass everywhere.” If this is what’s going to constitute summer wackiness, I hope each successive baseball will feature more and more ginormous shots of Mimi’s butt n’ gams*, along with some bonus shards of glass sticking in Gil’s forehead.
*Buns n’ Gams…from the makers of Nutboy comes this all-new fattening and shitty snack!
Gil and Ted’s Excellent (Ad)Venture.
July 10:
Ted: Yeah, Coach, I got this real sweet thing going, I got a grant to organize sports programs, but I invested the money in lab equipment and use the kids to make and sell meth. I make enough to cover my gambling debts and the kids have a summer job and get experience working in the real world. Everybody wins.
Gil: Are you sure about this? I hear there are some tough kids in that crowd. And why is my voice coming out of my eyeball?
Ted: I’ve got them under control – I assign them to street corners and threaten to beat them with a baseball bat if they don’t turn product fast enough. They hide the meth in their ball gloves, and all these kids look dorky and fat – nobody suspects a thing. One kid looks like Harry Potter, and believe me, he’s a wizard in the lab. But I need someone for security and muscle – you never know when we’ll have to knock some heads to keep them in line. And I plan to expand into Elmer Vargas’ turf on the south side, and it’ll get messy. Those Mexicans are some crazy hombres, I think the Mexican cartel is supplying them.
Gil: It goes against my principles to commit to any work, but I’ll do it . . . IF I get 30% off the top on all sales and 10 ounces of ice a week for personal use. Given the way your eyeballs look, that must be some f***ing good crank! And I want an extra 10 large for taking out Vargas – he still trusts me, I’m sure I can get a private meet and mess him up good. He’ll wish he had stayed deported.
Ted: It’s a deal. By the way, could you pick me up a case of beer? I’m not 21 yet.
Gil: No way, that’s illegal. If I get caught, I could be banned from PUB. And the next time we meet, put your teeth in, you’re freaking me out with that toothless smile
Comment by gil fanski — July 12, 2009 @ 11:09 pm
Gil & Teds Excellent (Ad)Venture — July 11:
Gil: I think our financial troubles are over. Ted wants me to be the muscle for the meth operation he’s got going with those kids.
Mimi: Ooh, Gil, you know I like it when you play the bad boy. Come on over here and let me see what’s going on down there.
Gil: And you know how much i like that big pouty lower lip . . . a little faster, please.
Mimi: What will you have to do for Ted?
GIl: He wants me to keep the kids in line. Shouldn’t be too hard, they’re little weenies. They’re already so . . . yeah . . . afraid of Ted that they run like rabbits whenever he tells them to get busy. Oh yeah, that’s good.
Mimi: Mmmhmm, mmhhummm, aahmmmmumm?
Gil: Well, there is one thing that might be a problem –
CRASH!!
Gil: What the ..? Damn, I hate to be interrupted. No, don’t stop.. the window can wait. Why don’t you put on that little waitress uniform, we can play “Joey’ Subs” and I’ll hide the pastrami….
Comment by gil fanski — July 12, 2009 @ 11:10 pm
Gil & Teds Excellent (Ad)Venture — July 13:
Gil: Stay back, there’s glass everywhere .. and your legs look good from this angle. Especially those sexy cuffs on your jeans. . .And why is my voice coming out of my hand?. (sniffs the baseball) Smells like … puerco asado with charro beans on the side, Vargas’ favorite This is what I was afraid of. Ted tipped his hand too early about moving in on Vargas’ territory, and the Locos Hombres are sending a message.
Mimi: They want to play baseball against you?
Gil: Maybe .. but I’m not falling for that old trick. (sticks head out broken window) Hey Vargas, I’m coming for you! You see my middle finger? That’s for you!
Mimi: Mmmm, there you go, being the big, bad boy again. I might have to spank you!
Comment by gil fanski — July 12, 2009 @ 11:12 pm
Gil distinctly appears to be receiving a handjob in the first panel of the 7/11 strip.
Comment by Anonymous Novelist — July 13, 2009 @ 1:42 am
7/13, Panel 3: Gil looks like he’s getting ready to bust out a “KHAAAAAAAAAAN!” on someone’s ass here.
Comment by Emptyeye — July 13, 2009 @ 6:00 am
In the second panel, Gil looks like he’s ready for sexay times with Mimi before the baseball attack.
Is Cully throwing those balls? Imagine the force someone has to throw a ball to smash a window. I think Shemp Thimbo has recruited Cully to wreak havoc on Gil all summer. With any luck, we’ll see Shemp put in jail and we’ll have some crazy jail hijinks.
Two years ago it was gratuitous crotch shots. This year, it’s gratuitous ass shots.
Comment by Regina — July 13, 2009 @ 7:20 am
Second strip, panel two…I think we finally found Waldo.
Comment by Regina — July 13, 2009 @ 7:23 am
Duh, I mean the FIRST strip.
Comment by Regina — July 13, 2009 @ 7:25 am
“Stay back”?! It looks like the window exploded right in poor Mimi’s face! Some help Gil is. “Stay back! I found your left eyeball.”
Comment by jules — July 13, 2009 @ 7:30 am
I see the youth softball team has recruited Billy Batson — way to sneak in a ringer!
Gil’s expression in today’s panel 3 is priceless: A…..baseball? This object looks familar somehow. Wait a second, wasn’t I supposed to coach baseball last year! Dang! Kaz is gonna kill me!
Comment by Scott de B. — July 13, 2009 @ 7:31 am
7/11 P2: Well of course he’s having trouble keeping them focused! Poor lads came to play baseball and he’s sending them on pass plays and signaling touchdown with no football anywhere. They’ll suck at sports for life, but at least they may enjoy some success in Corporate America!
Comment by SemperFi4Evr — July 13, 2009 @ 8:20 am
The last panel: Gil looks really befuddled about the baseball… as if it was the first time he’d ever seen one.
“Wait, so this is a baseball? Then what’s that thing I’ve been telling my kids to swat at all day? A hummingbird, you say? Hmmm….”
Comment by El Santo — July 13, 2009 @ 9:48 am
County gets a grant for a summer camp for underprivileged kids and hands it over to an undergraduate college student who then goes out and tries to recruit his former coach to help out? No background check needed for Gil apparantly. Only in Milford.
Comment by Mudlarks Fan — July 13, 2009 @ 11:28 am
Of course Gil knows baseball! 7/11 panel 1 – his left hand is heading for second base!
Comment by milfordian — July 13, 2009 @ 11:55 am
One of Ted Pease’s players in 7/10 Panel 2 looks and dresses remarkably like the dorky comic book store owner in Funky Winkerbean. I guess moving across the comics pages to Gil Thorp is a better decision than staying in Winker-ville, before he becomes the victim of cancer / amputation / taken hostage / alcoholism / whatever other misery they inflict over there.
Comment by Steve — July 13, 2009 @ 1:01 pm
7/13 panel three, Gill is trying to blow-up the baseball with his mind! Next Gil blows-up Marty Moon with his mind before he gets to the pub!
Comment by Gil's Proctologist — July 13, 2009 @ 2:18 pm
Ernest T. Bass.
Comment by Sgt Saunders — July 13, 2009 @ 4:05 pm
@17: Maybe he think Mimi’s his mother figure!
Comment by jules — July 13, 2009 @ 4:45 pm
LMAO, Hit me Mother – with the ruler !
Comment by Gil'sBarber — July 13, 2009 @ 7:03 pm
Aww but we digress… um nevermind, we are allowed.
Comment by Gil'sBarber — July 13, 2009 @ 7:05 pm
Knowing the lame writing lately (sorry Neal), it’s probably just Dennis the Menace moved in to the hood.
Comment by Gil'sBarber — July 13, 2009 @ 7:13 pm
You want lame? Check out Funky Stinkerbean lately.
Comment by Sgt Saunders — July 14, 2009 @ 7:29 am
So now Gil runs out of the house like Batman, and I can now say whats happening is a player (probably Shep) drives up when he sees no one around, throws a ball through the window, then drives off. By Labor Day they’ll figure it out.
Comment by Rob — July 14, 2009 @ 6:27 pm
Shep? I say it’s Cully Vale. Or maybe a professional criminal.
Comment by James G — July 14, 2009 @ 7:27 pm
Or a professional baseball player!
Comment by Gil's Proctologist — July 14, 2009 @ 8:12 pm
Or the Valley Tech pranksters!
Comment by Don, the Rebel without a Blog — July 14, 2009 @ 8:53 pm
I have been reading the strip since 1958…first time I signed onto the chat site was today. Fantastic guys !!!….the comments are better than the strip, which certainly has gone down hill over the past several years. By the way, how old is Gil ? Strip started in 58, and lets say he was 25 then..so he must be around 76 years old. Mimi must be at least 72 or 73 the way I figure it. She looks pretty good in a pair of shorts for her age. They probably airbrush out the varicose veins. And whatever happened to Marty Moon ?? Do not recall seeing him for quite a while outside of his broadcasting games.
Comment by Don Willoughby — July 29, 2009 @ 10:39 am
Sorry for incorrect e mail address….I have corrected.
Comment by Don Willoughby — July 29, 2009 @ 10:40 am