Everybody’s big pimpin’
Delivering … products? Is that like delivering “stuff”? Are there any comics out there any more that are immune from drug dealing plots?
On the other hand, if over the next few weeks Luann turns into a New Jack City-style gangsta epic that follows Dirk around as he simultaneously tries to keep Toni in the dark, plot his revenge against Brad, and move as much “product” as the market will handle, it might do what I have long thought impossible: make me care about this infuriatingly static love triangle.
Speaking of drug dealing, for those who are curious: it was cocaine on Kelly’s shoes yesterday, not meth. Lesson: don’t have your fish mounted by guys named “Barracuda.”