This Week in Milford

December 17, 2016

Flake Aaron, They Always Caught Him Flakin’ In The Hall

Filed under: Milford Idiots — nedryerson @ 10:16 am


Here’s an interesting, new character. No, I’m not talking about Flake Aaron. I’m talking about Mr. Harrison, teacher of world history. He’s cultivating a Walter White look, which might be popular in education circles these days. A look that says “I am the danger” might be just what’s called for in a wacky public high school. Those kids don’t appear to be too much trouble, though. If anything, most of them look more checked out than Aaron, whose brain is still thumping with Diplo or whatever dismal noise was pumping in that Central City warehouse.

Mr. Harrison enjoys his kids a little flaky, though. Miss Bunhead is probably a colder type. She’s got no use for flaky kids. She certainly doesn’t enjoy them. She enjoys a strong cup of something in the teacher’s lounge.

Is that Gil in the foreground? Is he gathering intel about Flake Aaron, or just waiting for an opening to request a wee nip from Miss Bunhead’s flask?

It’s Saturday. Here’s an earworm for you:

(Today’s post title alludes to a song by Todd Rundgren called Piss Aaron, a piece of tossed off goofiness from Something/Anything.)



  1. Mr. Harris is more Luke Cage than Walter White, although “enjoyable” isn’t a word Powerman (or any human, most likely) ever spoke

    Comment by Downpuppy (@Downpuppy) — December 17, 2016 @ 10:25 am

  2. So, does Aaaaron have parents? Do they not notice when he doesn’t come home on a school night? I say this is a job for child protective services!

    Comment by John S. Walters — December 17, 2016 @ 12:44 pm

  3. A precocious, mildly-flawed teen at Milford High? NO. FREAKING. WAY.

    Comment by billytheskink — December 17, 2016 @ 7:00 pm

  4. Damn, Ned, I’d totally forgotten that song but it is APPROPRIATE and pretty well sums up Aaron Aardvark. I’m a HUGE Rundgren fan and that album is CLASSIC. Under the I wish I’d thought of that Department…(ha)
    Soooooooo, to make amends, I will pursue the same train of thought by using another song from the same disc. It goes like this
    Sung to “You Left Me Sore”
    The plot is so specious
    A shitty scheme we’d like to rend
    But now I know no doctor can cure
    the tripe we’ll never comprehend
    Soooooooooooooo youuuuu
    You left us sore
    Really left us sore now, Coach Thorp,
    Aaron is so flaky and we don’t mean maybe
    And you really left us sore
    (Brief interlude with piano mini-riff)
    Aardvark’s infectious
    And shimmies at the sleazy spots
    He oughta know when practice is on
    So he doesn’t clank all his shots
    Sooooooooooooooo yooouuuuuuuuuuuu
    (choke, accompanied by laughter in the background from Mimi, who was a little careless with the Tequilas)
    You left us sore(left us so-or-or-or-ore)
    You really left us sore now, Coach Thorp(left us so-or-or-or-ore)
    Aaron is so flaky and he’s so damn fakey
    And he’s really such a bore
    (Aaron’s mom finishes out the coda on her Wurlitzer)

    Comment by T. Drew Hardin — December 17, 2016 @ 8:12 pm

  5. If Aaron heard Miss Bun utter the word “Amen” he’ll surely get the ACLU involved. Rave kids with earings don’t go for prayer in school. There goes good Ol’ Gil Thorp. Oh how I hate him!

    Comment by Jive Turkey — December 17, 2016 @ 9:46 pm

  6. It’s the Mystic Teacher Lounge! Watch as Mr. Harrison either levitates or balances himself precariously on the arm of a chair situated so it blocks the door! Amaze as Mrs. Bun Amen holds a cup of coffee with her missing arm! Gil Thorp is there too I think!

    Comment by drewfunk — December 19, 2016 @ 9:33 am

  7. I hate this punk kid already… A new record for this strip…

    When was the last season that had even semi-likable characters? I’ve been reading almost three years now, and each season is literally worse than the previous one

    Comment by hitorque — December 19, 2016 @ 11:10 am

  8. It’s a long term balance thing, hitorque– I’ve been following GT since its inception in the fall of 1958, and believe me, there have been more difficult stretches than those of the past three years.

    Comment by vaganova — December 19, 2016 @ 5:27 pm

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