This Week in Milford

April 17, 2018

Ohhhhh, Marty, you bankrupted this plot. But you have a free spin token, so spin again!!!!!

Filed under: Gil Thorp, hideous scar faces, Mimi Thorp, Prairie Style Windows — tdrewhardin @ 1:54 am


WHEEL!!!!!!!!!!! OF!!!!!!!!!!!!! FORTUNE!!!!!

That’s right, gang, Pat Sajak and Vanna White have invaded Milford High School Gymnasium to promote the famous game show. And what better way for WOF to nurture a grass-roots feel than to invite Milford’s own to be contestants? Once a Mudlark, always a Mudlark, even if they have to spin a gigantic wheel to win thousands of dollars/vacations to The Bahamas/consolation prizes to prove it. The screening process turned up 3 worthy contestants, Marty Moon, Mimi Thorp and Vince Packard, and this should be interesting, given all that Marty has endured. C’mon, gang, Marty can’t be crying in his beer at the Milford Lounge forever and does anybody honestly picture him next to Humphrey Bogart at the Boulevard of Broken Dreams? Didn’t think so. I wouldn’t even paint him in that portrait with those dogs playing poker that gets sold on a roadside stand somewhere. Marty puffing away on a Muriel cigar next to some ruffian boxer who’s also smokin’ a stogie? Marty better have a winning hand.

Especially when we’re still attempting to dig ourselves out of this plot via the-parking-lot-aka-bargaining-table method. Hey, I guess NAFTA, SALT II, and the Yalta Conference (“Sure, Josef, you can have Czechoslovakia if we can take Austria. Oh, damn, I lost the keys to my Ford Explorer. No problem, I have a spare in my briefcase.”) were discussed in the asphalt jungles of your nearest soon-to-make-history-in-encyclopedias-everywhere city, so why not Puerto Rico and/or the fate of Marty’s radio career? And why not the asphalt jungle of Milford?

Before Gil and The Dove, with HOR-hay as an Official Witness, sign ANY agreement (Marty Moon’s broadcasting career realigned in exchange for world peace, I’d say that’s fair), let’s NOT KID OURSELVES as Gil and Mimi are doing in P3. As they walk down the streets of perhaps the Business District of Milford, after intense negotiations in the asphalt jungle (we’re talking Milford, I understand, but work with me), they apparently need to be reminded of the raison d’etre of WDIG. The station isn’t throwing a lifeline to a fellow shark because WDIG is compassionate to a JAWS who forgot how to swim. Peace, Love, and Happiness is for the ’60’s, concepts that don’t apply to a muckraking operation that is ‘DIG. Unless Peace, etc. is subordinate TO the profit ledger. Then Flowers in your Hair is OK as long as the utilities in the building are paid. PEACE and PROFITS walking hand-in-hand, Gil? Did you ever see JAWS and Lassie walk down the aisle of a chapel to exchange wedding vows (…’til death do you part?”     “I do.”)?

Therefore, if anybody’s been dying to know what Marty’s been up to when he’s not feeling sorry for himself, I mean, okay, so nobody’s losing sleep over this one but, hell, I’M DYING TO KNOW, how’s that? You think I like Gil in a parking lot doing a sting operation with The Dove and Jorge CONCERNING MARTY??? Surely Marty kept himself busy. Actually, believe it or not, he did.

“So, Marty, tell us a little about yourself.”

“I’m a DJ and sports announcer for a radio station. I do play-by-play for high school sports.”

“Wow. That’s interesting. There’s an ugly rumor you got suspended?”

“Totally false. I have been on the job for 60 years and only called in once. My jeep broke down out in the woods and my CB player was on the frizz and I forgot my CB handle. A farmer in a nearby soybean field gave me a lift on his combine and I eventually made it back to Milford.”

“Good deal!!!!!! BTW, what is your CB handle?”

“It’s an original. Just call me ‘Dead Flowers'”

(Awkward pause)

“Well, Vanna, when we take a tour of the town after the show, don’t forget to put roses on HIS grave. Oh, you’re still alive(nervous laughter from the audience, Vanna impatient to turn the letters. It’s a Phrase). Marty, why don’t you get us started and spin the wheel?”

TH– —T R—– —K-

“200 dollars.”

“Is there a ‘Z’?”

“I’m sorry, Mimi, there’s no ‘Z’. Vince, it’s your turn.”


“Wow, big money, 800 dollars.”

“Is there a ‘C’?”

“YES!!!!!! There IS a ‘C’. If Vanna will get her ass over there, okay, that’s better. We only have a 1/2 hour in this gym.”

TH– —T R—– –CK-

“I’d like to solve the puzzle.”



“Nope, I’m sorry, that is incorrect. Marty, back to you.”

If ya lost that vacation to Acapulco, complete with dancing senoritas that sing like Speedy Gonzales and hotels that cost the GNP of Guatemala with beaches so pristine that you CAN drink the water, because ya lost on “Wheel of Fortune” because ya forgot there’s a ‘C’ in MEXICAN REDNECK, ya might be a redneck.

Gang, I’m a Classic Rock junkie but I have a special addiction for my Rolling Stones. From the album “Sticky Fingers”(the one that shows Coach T.’s crotch shot once you unzip it) comes a song that sums up the relationship between Marty and Ernie. As Ralph Kramden once said to Norton, awaaaaaayyyyyy we go

While you’re sitting there

In your silk-upholstered chair

Broadcasting live for WDIG

I hope you won’t see me

In my ragged company

The parrot done left me in abject poverty

Take me down, Little Ernie

Take me down

I know you think you’re the king of

the high school grounds

And you can send me dead flowers

When I am fired

Send me dead flowers on the radio waves Send me dead flowers

When I retire

And I’ll never forget to put roses on

your graaaaavvveee.

Well, while you’re sitting back

In your rose-pink Cadillac

Calling the game on Milford Playdown


I’ll be at the Milford Lounge

With a needle that I scrounged

And a Natural Lite to take my pain


Take me down, Little Ernie

Take me down

I know you think you’re the king when

I’m not around

And you can send me dead flowers when I’m buried

Send me dead flowers on the radio waves

Send me dead flowers when I’m married

And I’ll never forget to put this plot into the grraaaaaaaaaavvvvvvve.

TH– —T R—-Y –CK-


“500 dollars”

“I’d like to buy a vowel.”

“Go right ahead.”

“Is there an ‘E’?”

“YESSS!!!!!! There is one ‘E’. Vanna is there to get it turned around.”

TH– —T RE—Y –CK-

“I’d like to solve the puzzle.”

“I’m with you. Solve it.”


“Uh, no, Mimi, you might wanna check the board again on that one. Vince, over to you.”

“Hi, this is Coach Steve Boone, speaking on behalf of Milford Gentleman’s Club. Practice can get real intense and the plot, as you can see, can be pointless. Sometimes I have to work overtime, with basketball overlapping into Opening Day of my beloved Cubs. That’s why I love the lap dances of Milford’s finest ladies. They help me unwind and forget about the game films Coach is incessantly showing. I’m a Cameo Coach, not Dick Vitale. But rather than lose my job and say “Freeze it, Gil!!!!!”, I turn to the hottest acts in Mudlarkland with ladies like Annie Aardvark cha-chaing on stage, twirling her son’s coxcomb to “Don’t Leave Me This Way” or Penelope Pearl proving age is just a state of mind, gettin’ it on to “What Have You Done For Me Lately?” How she boogies and keeps her beehive is a club secret. While you’re scratchin’ your noggin over that one, check out the club’s 1/2 price daiquiris from 7-9 PM every night. I’m thirsty already. And you’ll also be hungry for love and get it satisfied at the place that’s literally hoppin’ for your business. Come check out the ladies at the Milford Gentleman’s Club and as a bonus catch Hellfire Heather lap dance the owner while twirling a football. Just call her the Meadowlark Lemon of the Gentleman’s Club. She never fumbles!!!!!! Us Cameo Coaches taught her well. And if you poop out from the ladies like Hellfire, and who doesn’t occasionally, there’s wide-screen TV’s all around the club. It’s nice to know that when Gil can act out of character and be a donkey about the Veer offense or a generic play like the double out right, split formation, halfback wishbone option left, single screen off the right tackle, that I can flush that down the toilet and go watch my beloved Cubs. They have toilet paper too, 2-ply jumbo rolls at that, in case you’re wondering. But don’t take my word for it, come on down to the one place exclusively for men where playmates are not restricted to the basketball court and their uniforms really give you a reason to cheer on the team.”



“Hey, ALL RIGHT!!!!!!!! You landed on ‘Win a Trip to Mudlark Lake Resort'”.

“Is there an ‘L’?”

“YESSS!!!!!!!!! THERE ARE THREE OF THEM!!!!!!!!! If Vanna will get there in time. That’s what happens when they only pay minimum wage. And LUCKY YOU!!!!!! I hope you have a special someone in mind.”


“Peaches, if you’re watching this, I’m willing to kiss and make up.”

“And Peaches, whoever you are, if you can rescue Marty from the Milford Lounge and land him to safety at this resort, you deserve this trip. Just don’t take the Titanic to get there(audience laughter, Marty shooting daggers at Pat). All right, Marty, what do you wanna do?”

“I’d like to solve the puzzle.”

“Why not?”


“Noooooooo, I’m sorry, Marty. Mimi, it’s your turn, spin the wheel.”


“Oooooohhhhhh, just passed that ‘Bankrupt’ sign. Lay it on me, Mimi.”

“Is there a ‘P’?”

“YESSSS!!!!!!! One ‘P’.”


“I’d like to solve the puzzle.”

“GO AHEAD!!!!!”


“YESSSS!!!!!!! WE HAVE A WINNER!!!!!!!! Johnny, tell Mimi all the fabulous prizes in store for our contestant!!!!!!!!!”

“A BRAND NEW BRUNSWICK BAYLINER MOTORBOAT!!!!!! Yes, dump that Radio Flyer of a craft that your husband’s been sandpapering for the last 25 years when he’s not teaching his daughter how to putt…”

Gang, fire away. Marty’s consolation prize is 2 free passes to the Milford Gentleman’s Club. Marty wanted me to tag along. Being a Christian, I had my reservations. But Jesus drank wine with the sinners plus I’ve never seen Hellfire Heather twirl a football to “Sweet Georgia Brown” while lap dancing. The talents we never knew we had.



  1. Thanks to Ned, I think we need to add a new tag: “Gilsplaining.” He’s back at it again today. If we tried to apply the tag retroactively, however, I think it’d have to apply to almost every strip Gil appears in.

    Comment by teenchy — April 17, 2018 @ 4:16 am

  2. “You and your brother are all screwed up because of a natural disaster and the loss of your homeland, but Marty gets a pass for being a complete choad.”

    What’s wrong with this picture? Oh yeah, Gil.

    Comment by John S. Walters — April 17, 2018 @ 6:12 am

  3. 1. ALWAYS leave it to Gilberto to whitesplain minorities on their feelings… This is becoming more commonplace than Gilberto’s inspirational pregame speeches…

    2. It’s funny because Gilberto personally intervened to save the career of someone he doesn’t even fucking like all for the purpose of getting his bullshit games broadcast on AM radio because it’s 1954 and there’s literally no other medium for no-life losers in Milford to follow their beloved Mudskippers…

    Comment by hitorque — April 17, 2018 @ 7:25 am

  4. What a missed opportunity this story arc was on so many levels.

    A chance to address the plight of Puerto Rican refugees and how they process their devastation and displacement… blown.
    A chance to bring Paul Strange back into the strip as Moon’s (temporary) replacement… gone.
    A chance to see basketball action… Ha! Nope.

    Comment by billytheskink — April 17, 2018 @ 7:49 am

  5. Gil’s mere words are peeling the mask off of Paloma in P2. Is Paloma thinking “You’re My knight in shining armor?” I was hoping for some kind of response from her.

    Comment by Jive Turkey — April 17, 2018 @ 11:39 am

  6. billy is right on the money on all counts. As usual. I am reduced to cheap shots such as asking how, in the 3rd panel, Gil and Mimi have somehow been transported from Mfnrd to Hell’s Kitchen. Looks like about 46th St, walking from 10th to 9th.

    For those not on intimate terms with Manhattan, Hell’s Kitchen is a highly desirable neighborhood. It got its name when the Five Points slum was broken up in the later 19th century and the street gangs moved north. It’s been perfectly safe for a long time, but people keep trying to sanitize the name. “Clinton” was attempted (for DeWitt Clinton) and the realtors have been pushing for “Midtown West,” but I have never heard any New Yorker use either name. It’s kind of like “Avenue of the Americas.” No. It’s just “6th Avenue.” “Avenue of the Americas” can be a kind of test for detecting out-of-towners, much pronouncing Houston St the same as the city in Texas, when it’s actually HOUSE-ton.

    Comment by vaganova — April 17, 2018 @ 11:49 am

  7. Peace and profits?

    As a shareholder in WDIG I would go immediately to the station, grab the prospectus from the IPO and reaffirm the mission statement in the prodpectus. This isn’t Eddie Vedder in a yacht off Lake Michigan doing Pirate Radio. This is about sales Sales SALES!!
    MONEY!!’ You are fired immediately and a team of meth fueled outlaws are brought in to turn WDIG into the broadcasting powerhouse it deserves to be. And that means advertising and revenue.

    Comment by sheikhollis — April 17, 2018 @ 6:47 pm

  8. Gang, another great day for comments. teenchy, you’re scarin’ me, I think you just invented a word that’ll be in Funk & Wagnalls before too long(ha). And vaganova, VERY informative and interesting observations on Manhattan and vicinity. I liked your take on Houston Street. Having lived in the Kentucky/Indiana area forever, there’s a county in Kentucky, Rowan County, that many people think is pronounced like Rowan & Martin’s Laugh-In when I believe it’s pronounced ROW(rhymes with “OW”)-en County. I still have to drum THAT one in my head(ha ha).
    That said, gang, you all done good. Each one of you made democracy work and, again, I won’t lie, I’m flattered by the responses but more important, your comments were funny and thought-provoking. I’ll keep saying it. We got a good thing going and you people have much to do with that.
    Let’s hang Gil on a cross tomorrow once again and the horse he rode in on.

    Comment by tdrewhardin — April 17, 2018 @ 9:33 pm

  9. tdrew, America is dotted with such borrowings. We have a New Berlin not far from here (BURR-lin,) and once in Vermont I was directed to the E-light Cafe, which turned out to be the Elite.

    Comment by vaganova — April 18, 2018 @ 10:34 am

  10. Freckle boy is quite the card. And a mental bully. Golly, I didn’t even take geometry. But I know one thing. He’s a square! To continue from Saturday TDrew, yes Gil is again in the running for Milford turd of the year.

    Comment by Jive Turkey — April 24, 2018 @ 12:05 pm

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