This Week in Milford

October 14, 2020

Just Your Typical Three Panels of Obnoxiousness. Nothing to See Here.

Filed under: football, hideous scar faces, lame jokes, Milford Idiots, Milford Weirdos — teenchy @ 10:18 am

No, really, you don’t want to see this. Today’s visuals are not for the squeamish. P1 looks like it came straight out of a Punch and Judy show. In P2 it appears that Corina is wearing her underwear on the outside, which in itself would be enough to elicit a head bobble and exploding elbow. Only P3 offers us some respite from the visual discomfort, with Rapp assuming the electric football “backer” pose.

The dialogue accompanying these visuals does little to advance the plot. Rapson is a smarmy, flirty close talker; Corina is her usual smirking smart-assed self; Thayer rubs Rapp’s flameout and benchwarmer status in his face; and Rapp puts on a gung-ho show in an attempt to get lookout blocks from his linemen put himself back in Gil’s good graces. There’s enough people being jerks to one another here to turn this into a Dustin strip.

9 Comments »

  1. The loose curl on the brow really hustles up 1950s with cell phones to the next level

    Comment by Downpuppy (I, me, mine) (@Downpuppy) — October 14, 2020 @ 10:52 am

  2. When somebody going to cold cock that bitch? Her act is getting way old.

    Comment by Bobby Jo — October 14, 2020 @ 11:39 am

  3. I was at a Notre Dame football game one time, and these drunk idiots were trying to flirt with an equally drunk girl and one of them said “…you should leave with us later…” and she said “…why should I?…” and then one of them replied “…because you will get to come like 40 times…”. Maybe that’s what he should’ve said to CK. Rapp is weak. She left him a great opening to respond and he just stood there like fuckin’ Charlie Brown. No wonder she thinks these guys are dorks.

    Comment by franku2016 — October 14, 2020 @ 11:40 am

  4. Glory be, a fifth face on Mt. Rushmore. We can stick her next to Lincoln facing the other way, since she’s a sour recluse anyway. The tourists will hardly notice.

    And when I took TV Techniques in high school, Mr. Edelman taught us, when maneuvering the camera, how to avoid The Crotch Shot. Take a wild guess.

    Comment by tdrewhardin — October 14, 2020 @ 11:57 am

  5. 1. This makes “Dustin” look like “Masterpiece Theatre” by comparison…

    2. Peppermint Patty: “And *why* would I want to call you ‘Rapp’?”

    Terry: “Because in case you haven’t been in keeping with current events, last Friday night Coach Gilberto Tharpe twice gave me plays to run and twice I told him to jam his playcall up his rectum and did my own thing instead! I’m a rebel, I’m a winner, I have the respect and admiration of my teammates and I drive a motherfucking Dodge Challenger R/T with a pistol-grip shifter and a Borla exhaust! I’M THE REALEST THING YOU EVER SEEN IN YOUR MISERABLE SHELTERED LIFE! Yeah you talk big and you like to pretend you got a badassed bitch queen punk rocker girly reputation, but tell me when’s the last time YOU rolled the dice and took a chance? When was the last time YOU lived?? When was the last time YOUR ass stood up to authority, Little Miss Poser? I was hoping you were different to the garden variety airheads at Milford, but you’re just as mainstream whitebread suburban as the rest of them! Christ… And all this time I thought Tru Standish rocking his Devil Rays gear all over town was the biggest phony…”

    Peppermint Patty: “BUT WAIT! I REALLY AM A RENEGADE BAD GI-”

    Terry, Interrupting: “I’ll be the judge of that… Tell you what — I’ll be over at your place around 2200. Give your moms a double plus dose of whatever sedative she needs to sleep at night and I’ll bring the Hennessey and some Molly and you go score some Purple Kush… You *DO* know where to get Purple Kush from, right?”

    Peppermint Patty: “Wait, this is too much-”

    Terry, Interrupting again: “THIS IS REAL LIFE KNOCKING ON YOUR FROM DOOR, GIRL! (And your crotch, he thought to himself) ARE YOU GOING TO ANSWER?”

    Peppermint Patty (in a tamed, sheepish voice): “Don’t worry, I’ll be ready and take care of everything… See you then.”

    Terry: “And in the words of the immortal Mel Brooks, ‘Don’t wear anything…..Complicated!'”

    As he walks to his next class, Terry starts singing to himself in a tone barely louder than a whisper:

    Wanna be a baller, shot caller
    Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
    Call her, gettin’ laid tonight
    Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
    I hit the highway, making money the fly way
    But there’s got to be a better way!
    A better way, better way, yeah

    Comment by hitorque — October 14, 2020 @ 12:23 pm

  6. EDIT: I might as well quote a song from my own high school days…

    “With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
    We do this everyday about the same time, beyotch!

    I was at the park one day, that’s when I saw her face
    She looked kind of cavi to me
    But when I take her home, and tap that ass I’m gone
    I’m just a dog don’t blame me

    Now do I love them hoes? (HELL NAW!)
    And why is that? (Because you’re Snoop Doggy Dogg!)
    And you never gave a fuck about a bitch;
    Cause to you, bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks!
    Ha hah, dee dee dadi dadi dah…”

    Comment by hitorque — October 14, 2020 @ 12:48 pm

  7. P 1.5: “…ziiiiipppp….here’s why, bitch….”

    Comment by franku2016 — October 14, 2020 @ 3:21 pm

  8. Electric football pose indeed, teenchy. Is that Rapp cajoling the fellas? I thought it was the other jackass who was gung-ho? Rubin sho’ is FLOGGING A DEEAAAAAAHHHHHHDDDD HORSE!!! as the Mr Epp and the Calculations song goes. Great comments by hitorque.

    Comment by Jive Turkey — October 14, 2020 @ 3:36 pm

  9. […] appears as though Terry “You can call me Rapp” Rapson has decided validation from Corina is one of the spoils that the starting QB can […]

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