Alright! Lame midnight basketball at the Mfnrd Rec! Let’s practice the move where I bounce pass the ball right up into your face.
Enough about that, somebody call the fire department, the Thorps are so toasted on Two Buck Chuck that they don’t even notice the raging inferno in the living room. There’s something so soothing about bargain wine, his and hers tiny clipboards and vintage legwarmers that even the most dire emergency takes a back seat to relaxing time.
What about Shelby Hunter? Last we saw she was bulking up down at the endless potato bar at the Golden Corral.
“Blah blah 6 foot Shelby. Do you smell something burning?”
Here’s some coaching to tide you over for a while.
We’re not sure what happened over at GoComics today where these images are stolen from, but the Gil Thorp feed is stuck on 1/17. So the update will be delayed until they fix that. Oh yeah, we forgot to mention that the ol’ Nedster needs a break and will be away from the comic blogosphere for a spell so TWIM readers can contemplate this post for awhile. Keep feeding your hilariousness into the comments and blogging will resume sometime around 1/29.