This really isn’t the best one to start a blog on. I’m most fond of Gasoline Alley when it’s focusing on insane (or rather, antisane) plots, rather than wordplay. (Particularly when it could have made a grovel/gravel pun. Well, no, not really. Let’s say that wordplay is never a good option for this strip.)
But it does give me the opportunity to review the plotline thus far:
Young Amanda Lynn has gotten herself engaged–and engaged to someone who isn’t a total hick! Her beloved is Sturdivant Kleeb, an urbanite with a chin that looks like a giant sausage, a speech impediment, and a Yale sweater.
Sturdivant reveals that he’s a somnambulist. Amanda Lynn thinks he’s swearing. Then she thinks he’s a member of a religious cult.
He then acts like a giant douchebag, refusing to accompany one of his future in-laws on a tractor ride. He apparently didn’t realize that the country would have such monstrosities.
Then, because that wasn’t bad enough, he hits on his fiancee’s sister, Ada.
When Amanda Lynn learns of this, she demonstrates that she’s too stupid to count. Literally. She tells Sturdivant that she doesn’t want to be number two in his life, and to illustrate this point, she holds up three fingers.
Yesterday, Amanda Lynn caught Sturdy sneaking up to Ada’s room. Having finally explained to the doyenne of dimwittedness what “Somnambulist” means, he tries out the excuse that he carefully seeded, claiming he was sleepwalking.
Which brings us to today’s… wordplay on the difference between metaphorical dust and actual dust.
Well, they can’t all be good ones.
Enjoy, however, the fact that in Gasoline Alley, “smooch” has a “t”.
