8/25/10
At last we have the answer to the question that nobody asked: What do you get when you fuse the DNA of Sacko and Hatt with an industrial drum of lard from the Milford cafeteria? The guy from panel one!
Meanwhile, sluttie Torrie wants YOU next (because after all, she may have let Gil have her sloppy seconds fifths, but she’d much rather go at it next with a Gil Thorp blog reader than the Gil Thorp blob eater behind her…)
8/26/10
“Oh wow…he’s got no shot with me now. Guess I better see what Daddy thinks when I sleep with Kemper instead.”
What a follow-up for Chris! That bank shot looks like it’s gonna go all of about three feet to his right. (Or about as far as this plot has taken us thus far into the summer…)
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That blows! No imagination! He’s just copying a shot made by a guy named Jimenez in the British Open a few weeks ago. The Spaniard did not make the putt after banking a shot off a brick wall onto the green. Let’s hope this lame copy does the same thing!
Comment by Tim Edkin — August 26, 2010 @ 6:31 am
8/25 panel 1 appears to be an early experiment in 3D comics. I’d check, but I left my red/cyan glasses in my other suit. Plus, I don’t care. Since Carl Peake’s three-panel comeuppance, this strip has been as interesting as being trapped in a 19th Hole corner booth, listening to Neal Rubin describe his latest round, shot by shot. (An experience you COULD HAVE WON in the Detroit News’ reader contest!)
Of course, it’s always the same sort of feeling when a GT plotline is grinding to a halt — er, I mean “conclusion”: a desperate desire to get to the next story, because it can’t possibly be as dull as this one. And, of course, it always is.
Comment by jvwalt — August 26, 2010 @ 6:55 am
Looks to me like Style & Co.’s bank shot is gonna hit him right in the shoulder.
Comment by billytheskink — August 26, 2010 @ 7:17 am
With action like this, who cares if Valley Tech, Oakwood, New Thayer and Goshen demolish Milford on the gridiron this winter when football season finally starts.
8/25 panel 1: Was Torrey the hand model for those weirdly intimidating Pennsylvania “You! Slow Down!” turnpike signs?
And why is Gomer Pyle stalking Torrey?
Comment by Dood — August 26, 2010 @ 7:20 am
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Please take a bad bounce off the wall and hit C-Style in the head! It would rank 2nd in GT-world next to Gil’s beanball!
Comment by milfordian — August 26, 2010 @ 7:54 am
Is it time for football yet. This (non) story has been putting me to sleep for weeks.
I think the guy behind (W)horrie is Rodney Dangerfield.
Comment by Regina — August 26, 2010 @ 8:12 am
You have to admit, Torrey can lay down a mean “Daddy, I want that one!” with her Right Pointer Finger of Desire, Greed and Avarice.
Comment by Dood — August 26, 2010 @ 8:22 am
I read you every day and almost always laff my ass off—but today i was kinda like, can we lighten up on the fat and slut jokes?
Comment by brooklyn_codger — August 26, 2010 @ 12:02 pm
Football may still be a distant dream, but at least Chris Stiles has gotten cheerleading camp started with his Bob Fosse-esque “Bounce left. Bounce left … no!”
Comment by Dood — August 26, 2010 @ 1:17 pm
I don’t get it. Why can’t Stiles just turn around and hit the ball forward to the green? I guess he wouldn’t have enough room for a full swing, but it would go a lot farther than gently knocking it against the fencepost.
Comment by sourbelly — August 26, 2010 @ 1:30 pm
#9: It’s true, I went totally overboard on the slut jokes. There’s really no call for it, since Torrey Peake’s only slight slut-related crimes are having a porn star sounding name and then letting Gil stand way too close to her yesterday. I pretty much just went there since I have nothing whatsoever to say about golf.
However I stand by my fat guy jokes. That guy was just asking for it…standing there, being all triple-chinned and comically clothed. How could I resist?
Comment by jasbeattie — August 26, 2010 @ 3:47 pm
Ha ha, it’s funny because he’s fat.
Comment by DieClambakeDie — August 26, 2010 @ 3:53 pm
It doesn’t matter if he puts that shot in the cup for the win. He still wears socks with the loser stripe and shorts that make his ass look big.
Comment by DieClambakeDie — August 26, 2010 @ 4:00 pm
The bank shot does not go back just to Jimenez but to the touring pro Willie Goggin in the 1940s. WhigRub has been pretty good about keeping the golf aspects of things accurate–just one recent slip I’ve noticed– Gil remarking that both players will “break 70” at this rate. In match play you don’t count strokes but holes– if your opponent wins the hole before you putt out, you pick up and concede.
I admit I’m a little put off by the slut jokes too– considering that Torrey has been raised by a sociopath I think she’s doing fine. And in the third panel of the 8/24 strip Gil is not really giving it to her from behind. At least I’m not absolutely sure he is.
Comment by vaganova — August 26, 2010 @ 5:25 pm
Why is he using a field hockey stick?
Comment by Knoxy — August 26, 2010 @ 8:27 pm
hey how come gils not standing behind torrey anymore ??? i guess he needed a rum and coke . i cant believe torrey doesnt no sacko and hat are just watching her bumper instead of this stupid game.
Comment by mr120zcan — August 26, 2010 @ 8:29 pm
I actually think Gil WAS giving it to her. I just think it doesn’t equal slut—just a young girl with a healthy appetite if you knowm sayin.
Comment by brooklyn_codger — August 26, 2010 @ 8:54 pm
Every time Rubin writes a golf-themed storyline, he gets to deduct his greens fees as “business expenses.” Y’know, research.
Therefore, next spring, look for the debut of Milford’s varsity golf team. Upon which, we shall all poke our eyes out with knitting needles.
Comment by jvwalt — August 26, 2010 @ 9:49 pm
“Upon which, we shall all poke our eyes out with knitting needles.”
Or gof clubs.
Comment by Sgt Saunders — August 27, 2010 @ 4:18 am
I’m beginning to think Carl Spackler was right…if we kill all the golfers…
Comment by Sgt Saunders — August 27, 2010 @ 4:19 am
#9: Ease up friend! We’re conditioned to the concept of slutiness / slutitude / slutnition from the previous RubWhig sack o’ poo which was the Cassie Rottencrotch inanity.
Comment by semperfi4evr — August 27, 2010 @ 8:53 am
Oh, Semper, you should scold me too. I liked Cassie as much as I now do Torrey, until she ditched her teammates. Guess I just have a weakness for skank.
Comment by vaganova — August 27, 2010 @ 2:04 pm
Saturday’s strip: “Let Us Pray” (that this storyline is over).
Comment by Regina — August 28, 2010 @ 7:11 am
And Kemper’s just a sophomore! That means we can look forward to Kemper playing football, Kemper playing basketball, and Kemper playing baseball! Woo hoo!
Comment by Don, the Rebel without a Blog — August 28, 2010 @ 11:17 am
#25 Oh, no, Don, no-o-o-o. We couldn’t stand it. As so often happens, I’m with Regina on this one. Please, let this be over: a whole summer taken up with the story of the dickhead Carl, who fails to destroy his kids only because of their innate character. I want to meet their mother.
Comment by vaganova — August 28, 2010 @ 5:07 pm
Hooray Football has started. Get ready for some awkwardly drawn sports action!
Comment by DieClambakeDie — August 30, 2010 @ 1:58 pm
…or hentai, if Monday’s strip is any indication.
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