Our first offender comes from Jonathan:
"Someone needs to slap the sass out of Jeffy. Or maybe he's retarded."
I couldn't agree more--Jeffy does need to get slapped--slapped hard. If you look at his expression it is not the vacant leer of a mentally handicapped child, but the hateful sneer of a petulant brat, a young man whose life has been absent of parental beatdowns thus far and is in dire need of one post haste.
I've always hated Funky Winkerbean. Here's last Sundays hilarious entry into the Winkerbean canon:
Wait, so is Funky an alcoholic? Turns out, he is, a recovering one anyway. Oh, fun. I did some research on Funky Winkerbean and found that at one point it was intended to be funny, to bring joy to the still half-asleep masses hunched over their coffee mugs on Sunday morning. For every teen pregnancy storyline, there was one about a sentient computer who loved Star Trek (no, really!). Now, one week its cancer, another week its adopted kids searching for their birth parents, then there's some shit about land mines, then back to cancer for a titch, then Funky Winkerbean's drinking problems, then someone dies, etc., etc. This might seem a bit extreme, but I think Funky Winkerbean might be worse than For Better or Worse and Sally Forth combined.
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