Walker-Browne strips to kick off your weekend
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Beetle Bailey, 10/18/24
This Beetle Bailey honestly feels kind of grim to me, as banal as it seems on the surface. Sure, Sarge is joking around with Beetle in a way that alludes, in a vaguely threatening manner, to the power he holds over his subordinates, as is his wont, but he’s not glowering or even looking up from his paperwork to make eye contact as he does it. Instead, he’s efficiently taking care of some of his less glamorous duties as a non-commissioned officer and not getting overly emotionally involved in Beetle’s day-to-day life. Maybe all the work he did with Dr. Bonkus on his anger issues finally paid off.
Hi and Lois, 10/18/24
Sorry, Trixie! You’re damned to eternal infancy, and while your baby’s brain may somehow generate adult-level cognition, you will never develop even rudimentary speech capabilities. That means you can’t engage in sophisticated bargaining with your brother in scenarios like this. Thought balloons won’t cut it!
Hagar the Horrible, 10/18/24
Uhhh, no? Because it’s facing the other way? And because of gravity? Idiot.
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RMMD:
“Okay, a little off-topic, Lou, but I’m going as Andrew ‘Old Hickory’ Jackson for Halloween, and Mud here is going as Rutherford B. Hayes!”
HTH: Seahorses reproduce when the female squirts her eggs into the male’s pouch. Does mermaid intercourse work in a similar way? I don’t know, but it would be an alternative explanation for why Lucky Eddie needs a funnel.
H and L:
How did Lois’ blouse color change from red in the first panel to green in the second? Oh, well, I guess the whole red-and-green thing is kind of Christmasy, and there are only 67 shopping days left till Christmas.
H&L: Remember, parents, if your infant starts screaming in a panic, don’t panic and rush in blindly. First, make sure to change out of your nice red v-neck into an ugly old green t-shirt that you don’t mind getting filthy with various substances, such as… well, let’s call it what it is: baby blood.
JP: Score one for the folks who predicted that Declan was a wedding crasher. It still makes no sense whatsoever, as one of the first things someone typically asks a stranger at a wedding is “So how do you know the newlyweds?” which would invariably be brought up for confirmation later with the newlyweds themselves, especially if the newlyweds are close personal friends and you end up dating that stranger for more than two years and planning to marry them. But this is Judge Parker, where everything happens off-page, and everything that happens off-page just happens however it needs to regardless of how unlikely or impossible it is, and everything is always subject to change, even between adjacent panels.
DT: Ah, every unimaginative action storyteller’s Old Reliable: the hero throwing a sloppy rear hook that instantly knocks the will to fight out of the villain and magically detaches any firearms from their hands without being fired. Works every time, at least in terrible fiction. Not sure why Dick was able to cover a substantial distance like that to deliver his punch without Mirrorface reacting, but suddenly became slower than molasses while moving a couple feet to pick up his gun, during which time Dr. Mirror was able to recover from the punch, stand up, reorient himself (despite his broken mirror helmet), and get a huge head start in fleeing. I’m also not sure why Dick was so enthusiastic about chasing Mirrorboy before when doing so was extremely dangerous with a low chance of success, but now that the baddie is unarmed and injured Dick is just giving up and letting him go. I guess Captain Mirrorhead is just too wonderful a character for Matt Manning to let go of.
MW: Don’t worry, Estelle’s not about to kill herself. This is just Karen Moy doing her usual ignorant quote-mining. Oh, and get ready for another cuh-razy dream sequence, I guess. Gotta pad this out somehow… for some reason…
RMMD: Oh no! Mud contracted Truck’s stenciling tennis vitamins or whatever! Now who’s going to instrumentally accompany Truck’s bizarrely-popular uninspired mumbling about lounging around and coughing in a crappy hotel room for two weeks?!
GT: The gener-netural locker room sounds like a procedurally-created digital anteroom where Case would change his cyberpants before decking into the matrix with Lady 3Jane to confront Wintermute. Either way, probably not a good idea to say any unkind things about razorgirls.
BB:
Grammatically-challenged Beetle confuses “may” (connoting a request for permission) with “can” (addressing physical ability to do something.) But obtuse Sarge fails to notice the syntactical lapse.
Beetle Bailey: The word “buxom,” which now refers to a top-heavy woman, originally came from the Old English word for “compliant.” So I guess when Beetle first started referring to Miss Buxley as “Bux” — which is pretty much like calling her “hey, Boobs!” — she just said, “Yeah, okay, whatever.” Which is probably her attitude toward their whole relationship, come to think of it.
Hi and Lois: “Wa! Since I live on the floor and no one is watching me, that huge, heavy cookie jar at the edge of the counter could easily fall on my head! Which probably means the cabinet under the sink here with all the cleaning supplies doesn’t have a childproof lock, so at least I’ll get to taste something today!”
Hagar the Horrible: “My hat is almost exactly the same shape as your cocktail glass. So I suppose that means things will flow into me for a while, and then will flow out again into the bushes later in the evening.”
Pluggers: Wait, so this guy is only eating part of a bag of chips, and putting the rest away? Get lost, fake plugger!
BB: If Beetle is just realizing now that Sarge can be controlled with food, he’s even dimmer than advertised.
HtH: I always figured it was a Norse tinfoil hat.
MW: It’s time for a Wilbur dream! Guaranteed to send Estelle scurrying back, tail between legs, promising to be a good girl.
BB: I like the look of resignation on Sarge’s face. Sure, he could pretend to be insulted, or even try to negotiate for something else, but he knows that Beetles knows what his price is: food. Any quantity of some kind of food is fine, as long as it fills that void for just a little bit.
H&L: I’m kinda weirded out by Ditto’s pose there, facing away from the cooking jar while his arm is still awkwardly inserted into it. I’m guessing it’s like this is to keep that hand in there while also looking accusingly at Trixie, but to me it looks like he’s been snared in a foothold trap, and is now dragging the whole thing off to a safe place to gnaw off that limb.
HtH: It’s funny that we’ve dedicated a whole strip to discussing the origins of Lucky’s weird hat, when Hagar’s helmet, a complete anachronism invented for 18th century opera, goes completely unmentioned.
B. Bailey: Infamous womanizer Killer strikes a similar deal with Sarge. “A pair of panties, okay?”
One thing a Plugger has never needed is a resealable bag of chips.
RMMD: “We’re ready to roll, aren’t we, Mud?”
“Uh, you go ahead, Truck. I gotta go to the bathroom… real bad!”
I’m trying to decide if Hagar is surprised, confused, or just totally shit-faced in panel one.
Hagär the Horrible: Hey, good looking, whatcha got cooking? Oh, your brains, boiling from micro-fissures in your skull and out your prosthetic chimney-flue-like device? I guess, if you want to buy me a cocktail…
@I’m Not Cthulhu, But I’m Part of His Clique: “You’re no mermaid, but it’s closing time and my beer goggles are on. You’ll do.”
I was going to ask if Beetle actually knows his girlfriend’s first name, then I realized… I’m not sure I know Miss Buxley’s first name? Not 100% sure she has one? Maybe her name is Bux, what do I know. Good ol’ Bux. Bux Buxley, girlfriend of Beetle Bailey. Why not.
HtH — “Plus, it let’s me know when we’re approaching the edge of the earth so we don’t sail off it.”
Hi and Lois: Trixie is displaying ataxia, aphasia and changes in behavior or thinking, going from enjoying the warm fuzzies of Sunbeam to a desire to get back at her older brother. Kid’s probably had a hemorrhagic stroke, and will live the remainder of her short life cut off from the comforts of language and movement. Happy Friday, everyone!
@Dan: It’s not listed on the Beetle Bailey Wikipedia page. Perhaps buried deep in BB lore?
9CL: I never knew that concert pianists were built like like Olympic gymnasts. Must be from all that work practicing their scales. Definitely not generics (unless Edda loaned Seth to Chedda).
MW:
“To bleep, perchance to scream.”
H&L: Cookie jars are an antiquated reminder of a time when insects and flies were a common problem in non-air conditioned homes with open windows. Walker-Browne strips are an antiquated reminder of a time when the comics pages were the metaphorical cookie jar of a romanticized version of America.
Hagar The Horrible – Is that Hi & Lois’ Chip in drag? Time travel and genderbending in a single legacy comic. What will they think of next? A person of color in Blondie?
Beetle Bailey – The cartoonist is as checked out on a Friday as Sarge is with delivering this joke.
I’ve never seen “Bux” used as a nickname for Ms. Buxley, so I assume it’s the in-house shorthand at Walker-Browne Amalgamated Humor Industries LLC that leaked through. Sarge’s response of “Why should I?” instead of “Why should I give you a one?” adds to the sense the creative team didn’t want to letter any more than necessary. They can’t even bother to give Sarge more than heavy-lidded ennui (Even a small amount of hunger in his eyes would give the reader something to work with).
The creative team is going to kick back today after work, watch some Netflix and graze on whatever snacks they have at home until they fall asleep on the couch. I know that is more of a Perfesser or Pluggers thing than Walker-Browne, but a case of the ennui is hitting their strip as well.
Hi and Lois – Hi and Lois creative team also is lazy today, using a clip-art asset of Lois who is actually looking at Trixie while being angry and not addressing Ditto.
Hagar the Horrible – I am all with Eddie’s look here. It’s a bad joke, spoken with malice from the martini-sipping modern woman, and Eddie is reminded of why he left the land women behind to date a mermaid who treats his pagan spirituality and attempts to learn with respect.
“Beetle, what are you doing with that folder full of state secrets?”
“I’m going to sell them to North Korea, Sarge.”
“BEET…”
“I have a sandwich here for you as well.”
“Carry on.”
@MKay: Oh good grief, I was already steeling myself for Boxing Wilburbabies Redux, but if she dreams of Wilburman…
DT: I need to say something here. You see, I liked the original Dick Tracy, as created, drawn and written by Chester Gould. I’ve bought and enjoyed reading the compilations of the original strips, and I even unironically enjoy the 1990 feature. Sure, nowadays it’s thought of as ‘copaganda’ and from what I’ve read Gould was indeed a dyed-in-the-wool conservative who worked for the even more conservative Chicago Daily Tribune (of ‘Dewey Defeats Truman’ infamy). I’m not going to try and defend their politics, however from the strip’s inception in the 30s through the early 60s (when Gould inexplicably fell and fell HARD for Sci-Fi) it was a series of solidly written stories that were exciting and more-to-the-point, coherent and (usually) grounded in actual science and forensic crime-solving. Even though he didn’t always get it 100% right, Gould actually studied what he wrote about! Even when Gould finally retired and we got separate artists and writers, the first team tried to keep that groundedness, just with updates to reflect what crimes were actually being committed in the 80s/90s.
What do we have now though? Artists and writers who think the strip is all grotesque villians and ironic deaths, with gratuitous fanservice thrown in. When they gave B.O. Plenty the flippin’ 1966 Batmobile to drive around in, that was the ‘jumping the shark’ moment for me. The strip really needs to be retired, and the character rights in other media wrenched out of Warren Beatty’s hands so that maybe, in 10-20 years when most of this insanity has been forgotten, someone else who genuinely respects the character’s history can try again to make the character work in a modern era. Perhaps that’s impossible.
I also want to go to bat for the guest artist here. I follow his work on Instagram and he seems like a nice guy. He was over the moon to have a chance to draw his hero for the official comic strip (got an article in his local paper and everything). Perhaps his work with established IPs is better suited to single splash panels, I don’t know. He certainly isn’t being served well by yet another ‘you solve the mystery!’ cul-de-sac.
@I’m Not Cthulhu, But I’m Part of His Clique: If I have to dig back to Beetle being a college student to find out, I’m just gonna call her Bux.
All the wisdom of the world will enter your head through the funnel helmet? What a silly belief! We all know that to get all the wisdom of the world you need to sacrifice your eye and hang yourself from the world tree!
@Bob Tice: Sarge is not a Grammar Nazi. Say what one will about Browne Comic-Like Product Amalgamated, they don’t care for Nazis.
Huh. Never though I’d live to see “not caring for Nazis” qualifying as a hot take to many folks (elsewhere), rather than a joke, but here we are.
MW: Beaten down by the banality of it all, Libby somehow finds enough compassion to throw Estelle a pity Meow, as insincere as it is, but Pierre can’t even muster a Woof.
CS: “Christ, I came all the way out here for you to ask me if I can inject a tree with superglue? Does your nursing home know you’ve escaped?”
JP: Too bad Dwight Shrute wasn’t there to identify the wedding crashers.
@Dan: Some places on the internet (read: two entries in the first page of my lazy-ass research) say her first name is Sheila.
Beetle Bailey is the only strip in history to name female characters (Buxley and Blips) after their bust sizes. In the interest of fairness, Walker-Browne Amalgamated should introduce new male characters General Halfdick and Major Hungg.
MW: I would not have pegged Estelle for a Hamlet fan except that she’s probably not, she probably picked up the quote after watching the Robin Williams movie “What Dreams May Come”
Not a movie I hate, but it wasn’t the BEST movie to go on a first date on in college.
H&L: It’s been proven that the sound of an infant crying can cause a woman to lactate involuntarily so maybe the reason why she had to change her shirt is because the syndicate wouldn’t let them show it dripping with breast milk?
Hagar: Why is she drinking a martini? I get some anachronistic humor but this is just sloppy and the “joke” sucks.
Beetle: First I don’t understand why they are spelling the word “doggie” instead of “doggy” but the look on Sarge’s face is indeed very grim. He seems to take it in stride that his entire existence is to be a comically fat glutton and he has no dignity. He’ll eat whatever Beetle decides to feed him right off the floor.
H&L: Ingrate. Based on how her brother’s arm is twisted beyond recognition, Trixie did him a solid.
HtH: Based on her hair covering her eyes, this Viking girl at the bar is an early relative of Thirsty, Chip, and the trashman whose name I can’t bother to look up from H&L.
RMMD: “You’re gonna fuck this up for me again, aren’t you, Mud?”
“Yep, kinda looks that way.”
GT: If you’re dating a straight boy and you’re playing on all the girls’ sports team, you’re not really non-binary, are you? Just a little attention-seeking, right?
Luann is good today. The beat panel is a great touch.
Hi and Lois Still trying to figure out why Lois keeps baking cookies No one is allowed to eat. That has to be a special kind of OCD.
FC: Billy-you don’t need any practice in being grounded. Being grounded and not promoted to a higher grade is typical of life in the Keane Kompound.
MW: Folks, looks like a wacky dream sequence comin’ up… and I wanted you to know that we’re trying to keep our clients out of it! We feel the slapstick aspect would be demeaning to their classical acting skills, which are attuned to a more nuanced form of “humor.” But if that’s the deal… they will participate in good faith and in a professional manner. The show must go on….
Hagar – The principle of a funnel is the stuff is supposed to go in the big end and come out the little end. Is Eddie wearing his funnel upside down?
Pluggers growl at bags of sliced carrots, trying to scare them into turning into potato chips.
HtH – Look at Hagar laughing at Eddie after he just got shot down. Worst wingman ever.
BB: Sarge knows they haven’t called takeaway containers “doggie bags” for years, but he’s given up trying to explain that to everyone else in the strip.
H&L: I mean sure, choking on solid foods you’re not ready for would certainly keep you quiet.
HtH: No, no, I think the lady’s on to something here; the wide end of the funnel is facing Lucky Eddie’s head so whatever is going into it is coming from there. I’m guessing it’s mostly extremely nasty thoughts about the Starbucks mascot.
“This helmet? It was once used to decant wine into the glasses of the Emperor of Byzantium. He awarded it to me for my service in the Varangian Guard after I struck down an enemy champion at Chrysopolis. What’s your excuse for that stupid haircut?”
Six Chix And A Cat Named Jack Narz In Search Of A Punchline: I agree, what’s the point of keeping “Saturday Night Live” on life support when you can watch “Concentration” reruns on Buzzr, now please excuse me while I growl at a bag of carrots.
@TheDiva: HtH: No, no, I think the lady’s on to something here; the wide end of the funnel is facing Lucky Eddie’s head so whatever is going into it is coming from there. I’m guessing it’s mostly extremely nasty thoughts about the Starbucks mascot.
I was just going to write the same thing (well, not the part about the Starbucks mascot). I guess Josh really is a hipster doofus coastal elitist now. :(
BB- “I’ll bring you a doggie bag because you’re my bitch, you’ll get on your hands and knees and lick it off my boots and you’ll like it because your entire existence is to humor me” Beetle has become self aware that this is his strip and after 60 years he knows he’s not getting cancelled and can just do whatever he wants at this point.
GA: I’m just going to supposit, that as mentioned here, seeing the jarring juxtaposition of rural slice-of-life and magical time traveling doll escapades… that Ida Noe is just a regular doll, nothing magical, and these kids are just playing pretend.
That’s really the only thing I can sum up here.
MW – “To sleep perchance to dream…for in that sleep of death what dreams may come…” Oh, cool! Stell is going to kill herself! Did not have the that on my bingo card.
@astroboy: What about the woman named “Fat Broad” from B.C?
HtH: The bar floozy is sporting the rarely documented Viking Mullet. Pillaging in the front, party in the back!
Hagar: “It doubles as a condom, yes my junk is indeed that big. Now you know why they call me ” Lucky” Eddie. Jealous fools, the lot of ’em!”
MW – A dream? Estelle, you don’t
-Have a daughter in law
-Money worth being killed over (remember Artheur?)
-or even a will.
So I guess we’re going to get treated to Ed holding a spay clinic at the altar during the wedding?
@The Rambling Otter: Actually I’m relieved to find out, per the wiki, that she’s referred to as Jane (her real name) now, and “Cute Chick” is now called her name, Grace.
These changes were made in 2019.
Baby steps, baby steps.
@Dan: Good ol’ Bux. Bux Buxley, girlfriend of Beetle
Bailey.
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Her brother, Buzby designs vaudeville extravaganzas.
Hagar- This might seem like a completely nonsensical joke but it’s really esoteric and you have to be up on modern trends to get it. First of all this person Eddie is talking to is a transvestite and this is a gay bar and “brains” in this context is slang for testicles that are out on display, ie, “hanging brain”. So basically Eddie’s balls are hanging out.
C’shaft: You would think an avid gardener like Crankshaft would appreciate the free mulch fallen leaves provide. But then again, you would also think an avid gardener like Crankshaft wouldn’t scorch his backyard with grill launches every summer. Must be tough to be less of a character and more a collection of stock running gags.
DT:: So, is the mirror a mask or the guy’s actual face? I’m trying to decide if it cracking from Tracy’s punch is grotesque body horror or just seven years’ bad luck.
Dustin: Meg, honey, neither of your parents are great but I still think you’d be better off showing solidarity with your mom instead of playing “pick me girl” with your dad.
GT: Wow, that is a pretty big locker room for the all of two non-cisgender kids in the Milford athletics department. Must be nice to have such expansive funding, and to live in the progressive haven that is central Ohio.
JP: “It’s almost as if his wedding-crasher status is something being hastily written in as we speak, even though it should have come up well before now.”
HotC: I’m guessing the blood-gushing elevator would have been a bit too on the nose?
MW: ATTENTION! ATTENTION! BIZARRE MARY WORTH DREAM SEQUENCE INCOMING! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!
@Weaselboy:
“MW – “To sleep perchance to dream…for in that sleep of death what dreams may come…” Oh, cool! Stell is going to kill herself! Did not have the that on my bingo card.”
One of the best Simpsons lines was Comic Book Guy telling Bart “No banging your head on the display case please. It contains a very rare Mary Worth in which she has advised a friend to commit suicide. Thank you.“
JP: I think you need to give your ass some credit Neddy.
@ValdVin: to find out, per the wiki, that she’s referred to as Jane (her real name) now, and “Cute Chick” is now called her name, Grace.
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But a Grog is still a Grog.
That woman is putting down Eddie because she’s a snob. Look at her, engaging in conspicuous consumption! It was not enough to have some alcohol, no, she put AN ENTIRE OLIVE, brought from the Mediterranean to the remote North, in a GLASS VESSEL, probably brought from Constantinople!
Old School Josh would have suggested that the doggie bag indicates a change in Beatle and Sarge’s sub/dom relationship, going on to add that the “doggie bag” is actually Otto’s pooper scooper bag.Where have you gone, Old School Josh? Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you, woo woo woo.
@Bob Tice: How did Lois’ blouse color change from red in the first panel to green in the second?
That’s what happens when you let a dog color your comic strip.
Beetle has learned what his younger cousin (whose name I refuse to look up) has not: bribery makes the world go round. Whether it’s bribing your younger sister to keep quiet or bribing your sergeant for a night out or bribing your date with a very nice dinner so you can go back to her place and fall asleep on her couch before anything happens.
HtH – Because when he was young, Lucky Eddie had a gig doing crudely animated shorts for a children’s TV program. He still misses his dog, Mighty Manfred.
@Tom T.: On the internet, no one can tell… Aw, nuts!
Hi and Lois – That second panel just needs a few labels to be an editorial cartoon. I don’t have anything specific in mind; maybe some 19th century government corruption scandal.
Don Abundio, translated:
[On tree: TREE EXPERT]
“Who could be a greater expert on trees than a tree?”
“So let it bind up its own fractures…”
“Hey, it worked!”
HtH: As a helmet, that funnel thing certainly wouldn’t provide much protection during a broadsword attack. I always thought it was a yarmulke.
MW: The dog and cat have been anthropomorphizing over the last week — I hope the dream turns them fully into a pair of little humans, wearing little suits out of the Alice books.
HtH: Has it ever been established that wisdom is heavier than air? If it’s lighter than air, like helium, it might well escape through the funnel. On the other hand, Hagar’s helmet is closed, and he’s never been noted for his wisdom.
Beetle Bailey: Beetle’s actually gonna just bring back a bag with a picture of a doggy on it in a bit of wordplay, which he’ll think is very humorous until Sarge gives fifty lashes as a boy for it.
Hi And Lois: Lois ran so fast to check on Trixie’s crying that it caused her shirt to red shift into an entirely different color!
Hagar The Horrible: Maybe Eddie should stick to banging mermaids, he seems better at that than with human women.
@Ukulele Ike: #69: You’re closer than you think on your yarmulke theory. In many medieval European cities Jews were required to wear goofy-looking funnel shaped hats, called fool’s caps, designed for public humiliation. The dunce caps once used in schools is a descendant.
AO: Yesterday Alley’s stone ax made an appearance! I was thrilled, but today it’s gone again.
BB – The corruption just never stops in this fuckng country….
H&L – Ah – but surely this new generation of whistleblowers will save us….
HtH – Come for the humor – stay for the epistemology….
Adios Amigos, DJ.
@Guillermo el chiclero: In Paul Wegener’s groovy Expressionist 1920 film The Golem, set mostly in the Jewish Ghetto of medieval Prague, nearly every character wears those stupid cone hats. I always figured they were fashionable at the time, not that they were designed to make the distinguished Rabbi Loew and his associates look like a putz.
@White Rabbit: I noticed the appearance of the axe and was moved to comment yesterday, but I couldn’t remember which one of us had missed it so much. It was nice of Jon and Joey to reintroduce it instead of Oop grabbing a random yet fearsome doughnut-tool.
Bliss: Ah, fall, when the leaves turn from green to red and the liquor turns from clear to brown.
Blondie Soggy beef or dry chicken, yum, so many choices.
Zits Spread some papers out on the floor, dude.
DtM: Alice has iced and poured the highballs early because she knows Father Paul is going to want a drink as soon as he steps through the door. You don’t make Father Paul wait for his liquor even for a minute.
CS: Well, you can’t say that Batty’s a one-trick pony. Yesterday, Crankshaft’s asshole-to-moron ratio was 95/5. Today it’s 15/85. That’s two tricks right there!
GT – Look disordered eating and body dysmorphia are no joke. I mean, they’re going to turn it in to one, but…
Rex Morgan – At first it looks like just another day of padding this lame story – Oh, boy! Another day of talking about getting to the stage! – but I wonder if Mud is not feeling well. This could turn into an actual medical issue, such as a heart attack. It’s possible that it’s just another bee grinding day of building up to the performance. However, Rex is in the audience, so he could heroically perform CPR until the ambulance arrives. I don’t care which one happens – I’m just throwing this out there.
Crankshaft – It’s not worth it to twist my neck to read CS when it’s a comic book cover. This is even less worthwhile.
Pluggers – Frozen carrots are vile. Raw carrots keep for a long time and taste better than frozen when cooked.
9CL – It looks like they’re going to pause the ceremony to go outside and boink on a gravestone. Like mother, like daughter.
@jroggs: Re JP – It’s likely that Neddy has been so busy talking about herself that how Declan knows the newlyweds has never come up, not even when Ronnie and Kat are with them.
And I know this sounds crazy, but another possibility is that the writer is making this dreck up as he goes and didn’t think of it until just now.
@Scratchy Scrotum LXIX: Mr. Jive’s sister says that if chips aren’t meant to be eaten in one sitting, they would come in resealable bags.
@Rube: They’re for the funeral.
In this episode Sarge reminds me of Captain Renault collecting his bribe from the gambling den. (“All in a day’s work,” he seems to be thinking.)
BB In the modern US Army, does an enlisted man need to beg for a pass to leave the base, or can he normally just check out when his scheduled duties are over?