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Got a note from faithful reader willethompson the other day with this charming photo:

Awhile back, gh came up to my neck of the Carolinas to pick up his M!B!S! mug and we made a lunch of it. Dingo had been waxing eloquently about pho for a bit, so we arranged the pickup to take place at Saigon Garden, a shockingly good Vietnamese restaurant in Conover, NC. The bowls you see are the remains of two #47s, fish and roast pork with egg noodles.

By a weird coincidence, the Galactic Emperor Chennux was just on the other side of the restaurant enjoying a #15 Bun Saigon (he’s a sucker for fish sauce on cucumbers, or so Yom tells me). He seemed cranky, so we didn’t ask for autographs, although afterward we found the word ‘CHENNUX’ magmacannoned into the parking lot next to Greg’s car. And tell Applegirl that there was a case of shoes there, too, with her name on them. If she sends me her coordinates, I’ll have them shipped to her.

See, there’s nowhere else in the galaxy to get good pho other than our humble blue orb.

Speaking of M!B!S! gear, SOMEONE who shall go nameless ordered a t-shirt out of the latest batch but has failed to pay up. But their loss is your gain! If you’ve recanted on your previous unwillingness to buy and want the shirt, contact willethompson through his Website. First come, first served! And yes, if you want, you can pay via credit card or PayPal (to me, and I’ll get the money to him, but tell him you’re doing it that way first).

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Crankshaft, 7/19/07

I think someone has left an “h” out of a strategic word in that first panel.

For Better Or For Worse, 7/19/07

When I see lovingly rendered stink lines like the ones in panels three and four, it reminds me why I don’t look at the animated versions of these strips on the main FBOFW site.

Gil Thorp, 7/19/07

Ha ha! The Milford locker room smells absolutely disgusting! Oh, hilarity. It’s good to see that Coach Thorp and … uh … whoever the hell that is spend their potentially teenager-free summers ’roiding up and liftin’ weights down at the high school.

Funky Winkerbean, 7/19/07

Ha ha, Darrin and Jessica are in deep shit! Because they live in Funky Winkerbean, what should be a vaguely awkward but ultimately fondly remembered act of wholly consensual sex will in fact result in one or more of the following:

• Pregnancy (despite the fact that this has been the longest-drawn-out lead-up in teen sex history, probably still nobody will think to use any form of birth control because, you know, nobody gets to have any fun)
• Cancer (sexually transmitted, somehow)
• Pregnant cancer
• Cancerous pregnancy

Shoe, 7/19/07

Ha ha, the Perfesser’s life is shitty! I like the way he’s staring at the bottom of his glass as he contemplates the awful, wasted decades.

Family Circus, 7/19/07

Man, Dolly’s quite the little shit. Notice that Grandma isn’t even attempting to maintain a look of grandmotherly good humor. Someone’s going to get bashed on the head with a coffee cup, but fast!

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Two random photos for your amusement this evening! First, faithful reader Dingo (in the grey) and his boyfriend (in the black) recreated the now-legendary “Coach Kaz punches out a drunken lout” photo:

“You know someone really loves you when they’ll allow you to pose them to recreate a Gil Thorp panel,” he says, and truer words have never been spoken. Sadly for those of you who actually requested a dark Gail Martin tank top, the one you see in this picture is the result of digital photo-trickery, not the honest heat transfer technology available from CafePress.

Speaking of bizarre expressions of love involving Gil Thorp, among the awesome haul of b-day gifts I got from my wife yesterday were several comic-themed presents, including a Roz Chast collection and book of cartoons rejected by the New Yorker. Surely the most photogenic, though, was this fabulous Gil Thorp t-shirt.

I was going to put a link to the site where you can buy official Gil Thorp merch like this for you and your loved ones, in part as an act of atonement for my profiting off of my own t-shirts, but clicking on the “Merchandise” link on the official Gil Thorp brings you to an error page. Did Amber buy the last one ever?

Update: Apparently not. Buy your own!