It’s game night at Oakwood and the Oakwood faithful have caught wind of the Milford’s tat slapping ritual and prepared a stinging retort, crazy poster style. Hector Cho, of the Oakwood Society for Crazy Posters was elected to be the bearer of the crazy poster reading Slap Down Milford! Other poster suggestions that were considered before this settling on this one were:

Ink Stinks, Slap Them Tat Tards!
Tank Town Skanks Go Home!
Leviticus 19:28, Look it up, Infidels!
Fill It Up With Regular, Gas Jockeys!

The poster must have done the trick, since it caused Parker Bowen to air ball a jumper. That’s him in Panel 3, air-balling a jumper I guess, although it kind of looks like he’s trying to keep his brains from popping out of the back of his head.

Speaking of “air-balling a jumper”, when do you ever hear air-ball used as a verb? “He really air-balled that, Verne!” No, that just sounds wrong.

1/27/12

Marty Moon dishes out some disjointed commentary and, hey check it out, it’s the sign from the Oakwood Consortium of Incomplete Signs. It says GO OAK, maybe. Looks like Hector Cho’s brother, Vince is slapping Marjie Ducie’s cousin, Kulap in the back of the head with his crappy sign. Will Blueblockers McDouche turn around and give Vince what for or will he continue kicking the back of Marty’s chair?

Milford can’t put it together against this shitty team from Oakwood, so you know what that means. Gil has to do some COACHING:

Hey Bowen, why don’t you grab a seat and get that Manitou situation straightened out with your noggin. Oswald, we haven’t heard your name in a couple weeks. Do you play the same position as Bowen?
I think so, coach. I don’t really remember. By the way, it’s Ottewill, coach.
Okay, close enough. Get out there then. Gay dude, look for the bald, black dude. Bald black dude, see if you can drop a deuce or two, and drop them with ferocity!

1/28/12

And the Golden No-Tat Twins dot the i on an otherwise unimpressive game. That’s right, tatslappers, there’s a new force to be reckoned with in the Mudlark locker room. Wherever there are deuces to be dropped, the Golden No-Tat Twins will be there. Whenever there is a deficiency of awkward high fives, the Golden No-Tat Twins will be there. Whenever eyeballs explode in idiotic indignation, the Golden No-Tat Twins will be there. In theaters this summer, David Hyde Pierce and Horace Grant are The Golden No-Tat Twins.

Can’t you see, these awful tattoo shenanigans are tearing our team apart? If only there was a definitive historical document that could set us all straight…

1/24/12

“Hard to argue with the Bible.”
“Yeah, unless you wanted to point out to Cortez that he’s already breaking Leviticus 21:5: ‘You shall not shave around the sides of your heads, neither shall you disfigure the corners of your beard.’”
“But wait…Cortez, doesn’t even have a beard.”
“You’re a dull boy, Parker. Now as long as we’re in the shower, let’s say we violate us some Leviticus 18:22.”
“You want to wear garments made of two types of material?”
“That’s Leviticus 19:19, dummy. Now kiss me you fool.”

1/25/12

Strange bedfellows indeed. Once Cortex finds out what kind of guy Lini is (the kind of guy who wears garments made of two types of material), he’s gonna be wicked pissed!

And now it’s gotten so tattoo crazy around here, even people we don’t really remember or care about are doing it! So to honor a generic dude with lame ink, more haiku:

Heavens, Tim Summers!
You want your age 18 perks?
Try voting, dumb-ass.

Are there any high school coaches in the world that would be asking each other if their team is “bonding” or it there are “factions” developing, especially after winning a road game? Well, there are a few that would but only to support the development of a plot about factions. But not just any factions, but completely stupid factions, like one group that wants to ask for commentary from the rest of the team about their junk and another group that would rather not participate.

1/20/12

Oh right, it’s not about junk judging but tattoos, ass ugly tattoos and a few people that seem to be placing undue importance in them.

1/21/12

What the hell, it’s Milford. Let the tat war begin! Ugh.

While it’s easy to get distracted by all the flailing beefcake arms, it remains the biggest concern today that this entire portion of the game is being played on the ceiling. Only slack-jawed #30 appears to notice this.

1/17/12

While it’s easy to get distracted by all the excessive Milford molestation of poor #31, it remains the biggest concern today that this entire portion of the game is being played with a stolen ball! I mean look, some dude named “Miny Miinii” wrote his name on it… If only squinty, angry Cortez Beecher didn’t have such horrid vision he would have been the only one to notice this.

1/18/12

While it’s easy to get distracted by all the usual horrid-looking clothing, awkward and unrealistic high-fives and homo-erotic discussion of sex panthers, it remains the biggest concern today that Marty Moon is conducting his entire post-game interview while holding a piece of poo. Gil is of course too liquored up to notice this.

Hi, I’m Ransom Hale. I’m from New Zealand. I opened a tattoo parlor in Milford, but I’ve found that tattooing alone does not pay the bills, so I sell bootlegged movies from my shop. It’s a genius business plan, especially in a town full of weirdos who are so dumb, they don’t know how to find poor quality bootlegged videos on their Hello Kitty laptops.

Hi, I’m Marty Moon. I just bought this laptop from a pawn shop and I’m bringing it to my gig calling high school basketball to make it look like I know what I’m doing. I’m also going to try dressing like an airline pilot because everybody buys them free drinks. I think those are airline pilots, but I’m going to find out for sure tonight.

Hi, I’m Gil Thorp. I’m coaching basketball and I’m exploring my passion for homosexual innuendo.

1/13/12

Hi, I’m 6-Foot-8 Roland Sanchez, basketball player from Central High. 6-Foot-8 Roland Sanchez is my legal name. My parents really took a gamble on that one. Is it just me or are these guys from Milford somewhat gay?

Hi, Gil here again. This innuendo things is really working great. I’m not sure that kid in the goggles cares much for it, but I’m the coach. You know, the word “innuendo” actually sounds a little gay.

Hi, I’m Lini Verde and I just drained a three pointer. Coach says I should yell SWISH! every time I do that. I really don’t want to. I’ve got to put up with enough crap as it is.

1/14/12

Hi, I’m Bobby Ottewill. I don’t get to do much around here but drain a few jumpers and such. Hey check it out, is that that guy from They Might Be Giants in the stands?!

Hi, it’s Marty again. I really don’t know that much about sports.

Hi, Gil again. I’m running out of vaguely gay things to say so I’ll just call my team “fellas” and leave it at that. Hey what do you think about my jacket? It’s from the Jim Rockford collection.