This Week in Milford

January 4, 2017

Most Drug Dealers Appreciate Hearing Why Their Customers Need To Get High…

Filed under: exposition comics, Milford Idiots — timbuys @ 7:24 am


Is customer the right word? Client? Buyer? User? Junkie? It’s a little too early to try and sort this one out.

If I had more time I would sort out Mike and Ken’s itinerary over the last few days, but I don’t so I leave it as an exercise to the redoubtable TWIM commentariat.



  1. My money is on the angle John S. Walters proposed yesterday. There’s a girl named Molly involved and Flakey Aaron is just a natural nutball. We may or may not figure out why the mom is exhausted and needs her son to make her dinner.

    If it’s Molly Kinsella, that would be weird since she graduated in 2012-ish and didn’t seem like the type to hang around going to raves with the likes of Flakey AA in her early twenties.

    Mike Granger is rather dim, isn’t he?

    Comment by nedryerson — January 4, 2017 @ 7:50 am

  2. Don’t most high schools have games on Friday and/Saturday nights? Apparently that’s not the case in Milford. Want to make sure players are available for weekend raves with other drug heads.

    Comment by Bobby Joe — January 4, 2017 @ 7:52 am

  3. Could we be getting set up for the double bait-and-switch? Molly is a person that Aagard is going to these shows with (his mother, maybe?), but we’ll later learn that he is also a user (and not in the Tron sense).

    Comment by billytheskink — January 4, 2017 @ 8:16 am

  4. The only thing goofier than a room full of white people dancing, is a skinny 6’7″ white guy flailing away like a stork on acid….it really is going to be “Molly” and you can bet A-Aron stole the wallet

    Comment by Knoxie — January 4, 2017 @ 8:56 am

  5. Brown and Granger are hypocrites. What are they smoking panel 3?

    Comment by Jive Turkey — January 4, 2017 @ 9:58 am

  6. Well, I took Logic in college so I am well-equipped to venture that I don’t think Aardvark is talking about Molly Hatchet. Playing Lynyrd Skynyrd on his turntable one minute then watching the record player automatically drop electronic wizardry the next could send this plot to an early grave, not that that would prevent the plot from still being on life support. Oh, the suffering, the suffering.
    Wiping my tears away, Molly Hatchet wouldn’t likely be the group(come to think of it, being from the Classic Rock era, that would describe just about ANY group of that genre-Pete Townshend’s windmill and dancing to electric gyrations?-strange bedfellows) that would front Kill The Noise, much less sell shirts in the same souvenir shop with KTN. Pretty safe to say the respective contingents march to a different beat, literally and figuratively.
    Oh, and here comes The Colonel.
    “Stop it, stop it, this plot is sil-lay. Young men, go home and, BTW, take that cigar out of your mouth. You’re on school grounds, y’know.”
    Hacks the Havana in two with his billy club
    “One of my officers contracted hepatitis and as a result I watched him wretch and writhe on the floor until his Maker FINALLY relented.”
    Lets a tear fall from his eye then gathers himself for the task at hand
    “Anyway, I haven’t got time to play 20 Questions here. How should I know whether Molly is bigger than a bread box? A sil-lay proposition indeed. For all I know, Molly could be a Yorkshire terrier that got loose from somebody’s yard. Sil-lay, sil-lay.”

    Comment by T. Drew Hardin — January 4, 2017 @ 1:47 pm

  7. Looks like the next chapter will be Ken and Mike (is Ken the captain?) Weighing Their Responsibilities to the Team and Trying to Compare Unlike Things.

    Comment by vaganova — January 4, 2017 @ 1:50 pm

  8. Funny you should mention electronic wizardry T Drew. Those boys exhaling looks very similar to the smoke that is coming out of the bloke on the Dopethrone album cover from the band Electric Wizard. Check it out.

    Comment by Jive Turkey — January 4, 2017 @ 2:57 pm

  9. Thanks for the tip, Jive Turkey. I WILL check it out. When I coached Babe Ruth League Baseball, God taught me to keep my ears open. I didn’t try to please everybody(impossible) BUT I listened to everybody. I got a brain that can separate the Wheat from the chaff. Amazing what I learned.
    I apply the same thing to my humor. I am ALWAYS learning. Again, thanks for the input. You da man.

    Comment by T. Drew Hardin — January 4, 2017 @ 3:39 pm

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