You Know You Have a Drinking Problem When…You compare your drinking habits favorably to those of Gil Thorp.
I guess we missed all the panels where Mrs. Drunklark, furious at being spied on and secretly filmed, asks her son why instead of just talking with her about her possible problem, he decided to enlist the local alcoholic loser coach and some chick he was trying to impress to create a cockamamie video making her look excessively foolish.
Oh wait…that would happen in some possible reality, not Rubin’s Milford.
Now that that’s a wrap, let’s cut over to the Thorp house: Ah good, some mega-smug, holier-than-the-drunk-mom blather, enjoyed over a nice cool pitcher of iced schnapps!
Oh wait…we nearly forgot to point out that Kenny’s anger management issues have instantaneously disappeared now that his mom is in A.A. Just like in real life!










Wait ’til Chudlark golfs well – beats Plum Hollow [also a good name for this summer plot o' piffle] and birdies the 18th hole only to be taken into custody for voyeurism. And Coach Borracho gets nailed for impairing the morals of a child. Hell hath no furry like an alky scorned!
Comment by semperfi4evr — August 24, 2011 @ 7:15 am
Ignoring all the other stupidity, why didn’t Gil show up with a list of therapists and AA meetings?
Gil, and apparently Rubin, don’t know shit about the problem. But Gil must know a high school guidance counselor and someone in the medical field.
Comment by dale — August 24, 2011 @ 8:42 am
Oh my God would you just LOOK at the smugness on his face in yesterday’s panel three, I so very much want to kick him in the Plum Hollow.
I have seen sitcoms deal with alcoholism in a sensitive and intelligent manner; surely a comic strip that isn’t even supposed to be funny could put some effort into it. This whole “We made a video! Oh look, she’s better now! And Kenny’s not angry anymore! Let’s play golf!” foolishness is, frankly, making my stomach turn.
I need a shot of Grey Indeterminate-Bird. But only one. SNOORX!
Comment by jules — August 24, 2011 @ 9:00 am
Four straight losses to something called Plum Hollow? Marty Moon used to hammer Gil over stuff like this…
Comment by billytheskink — August 24, 2011 @ 9:01 am
Plum Hollow? All right! The Snoorx vs. the Foozles!
Hey, who stymied my chud? Bonk!
Comment by Dood — August 24, 2011 @ 9:48 am
Mimi’s poolboy: Cadd Shac.
Comment by Dood — August 24, 2011 @ 9:50 am
“Now that my family’s dark secrets have been laid bare before the entire town and the youtube comments have started rolling in, I no longer feel the need punch those responsible for my embarrassment in the solar plexus! Thanks Enerfex(tm)!”
Enerfex is a mood eraser. Enerfex may not be for everyone. Side effects of Enerfex may include: decreased sensitivity to absurd situations, increased tolerance for alcohol and shenanigans, Foozling, Exploding Eye Syndrome, disappearing pupils, Wacky Summer Deficiency, and erectile dysfunction. Notify your doctor immediately if any of these side effects occur. Pregnant women should not take Enerfex. Women and teenage girls should not play sports on Enerfex, as this may increase awareness of women’s sports. Persons taking Enerfex experiencing Summer shenanigans that last longer than eight weeks should seek help immediately.
Comment by The Mighty Untrained FOOZLE — August 24, 2011 @ 12:46 pm
Enerfex?! It’s shitty! Bonk! HRONK! FOOZLE! SNOORX!
Comment by Don, the Rebel without a Blog — August 24, 2011 @ 4:20 pm
if momalark had any guts she would tell gil to fuck off since she doesnt work like him even though he gets paid toshow updrunk . dam momalark if your husband gets paid to go to brazil 2 months a year hes not coalmining and hes not making chumpchange maybe she needs ashley madison if shes that lonely then the booze is pretty cheap at biglots .
Comment by mr120zcan — August 24, 2011 @ 6:35 pm
I guess with all this modern technology they cant tell his dad NOW?? No cell #, no email, no skype? Facebook? Twitter? What if dad has the same issues and commits suicide over it before he gets home? Then how will that big smile look?
Comment by Rob — August 24, 2011 @ 7:48 pm
Honest to god, these story lines are getting so horrible, I’m even losing my will to read funny, snarky blogs about them. Who owns this strip? Jason or Ned, maybe they could hire you guys to write it.
Comment by dennyh — August 24, 2011 @ 8:45 pm
@The Mighty Untrained FOOZLE – best Important Safety Information I’ve read in a while.
Comment by delvaldawg — August 25, 2011 @ 4:06 am
“Oh. Oh my.” – (unwritten next comment) – What is that man doing to me? And why does he have a midget and a great dane with him?
“Oh Kenny. I had no idea I was so awful.” – Don’t worry, Mom. This female caddie at the club knows all about texting pictures and posting stuff on the internet. There are lots of creeps out there that will pay top dollar for this. Have another drink!
“When I left, she was online…” – conducting an auction for the video of her, Clambake, Todd Andrews and a six-iron. They’ll make a fortune, and I get 20% for keeping my mouth shut!
Comment by Milfordian — August 25, 2011 @ 10:27 am
I don’t want to write this strip because I know some sassy hipsters out there will mock me mercilessly on their blogs.
Comment by Ned Ryerson — August 25, 2011 @ 1:16 pm