Oh great.
Now Amanda Lynn is going to get married to a guy who’s not a total twit. What fun is that?
The answer is none.
Anyhow, this Joseph fellow just happened to be passing by the Wallet front porch, after being out of Amanda Lynn’s life for several years, which strains credibility a bit. (Of course, “Strains credibility a bit” could be Gasoline Alley’s motto.) Anyhow, even though Joseph is being set up to be the down-to-earth alternative to Sturdivant Kleeb–as evidenced by the hat–I have a feeling he’s got more on his mind than just inhalin’ and exalin’, if you know what I mean.
But hey! We get to watch some non-orchestral-musical-instrument-based flirting. If that ain’t fun… well, it ain’t. Let’s cut our losses and just be glad that he doesn’t play trombone.
Not a total twit? Did you even read the “mandolin” part?
Not that I’d blame you if you just sort of instinctively skimmed that panel.
Comment by HBQBJ — May 19, 2008 @ 6:42 pm
Yeah, I meant “not a total twit” in the sense that he wasn’t going to hit on her sister and blame it on his sleepwalking, rather than the traditional sense…
Comment by greglandgraf — May 19, 2008 @ 6:55 pm
…AND THEN THEY DID IT, RIGHT THERE ON THE PORCH.
Wow. The sheer chutzpah is outrageous, even for the Alley.
“…And how’s your sister? Still jailbaitalicious?”
“Still pickin’ your mandolin” never sounded so filthy.
Comment by Happenstance — May 20, 2008 @ 12:33 am