Everybody say: “Hello Stephanie!” Hello, Stephanie.
What could be so urgent? You’ll find out this week!
GROOVY, KINDA
Love is Funny Like That
Everybody say: “Hello Stephanie!” Hello, Stephanie.
What could be so urgent? You’ll find out this week!
Had a good chuckle at the look on Edison’s face on panel 4.
Panel 4, Perfect Facial Expression.
Looks just like my wife the morning after we’ve had a Curry.
That is the exact expression of someone who has just encountered the smell of burnt shoe.
You gotta respect a girl who can burn rubber without a car.
a scent so foul it’s right off the Funk-o-meter!
Speaking of rubber, the last time I saw a condom, it was in Lyssa’s hand, courtesy of Eleanor. Then again, Larry and Edison have only been at it a week . . . or so. I hope the alcoholic nympho keeps a calendar!
I’m hoping Anya and Jacob also enjoyed a sleepless night. Perhaps Jacob is her first experience with a boy. I’m thinking one-on-one; orgies don’t count. Maybe they could fall in love and grow up together. But not before she reads Sheehy’s ‘Passages’ (1976). I suspect Anya’s ‘elevator of life’ skipped a couple of floors.
I thought about how to handle the subject of condoms. After all, Edison’s had a lot of drunken one-night stands. In the real world who knows what she might be carrying.
But I decided that I didn’t want to go there. I’ve got enough stories and considerations. So Groovy, Kinda exists in the same mythical fairytale world that old school porn does, where disease and pregnancy are rare.
And you’ll see what kind of a night Anya and Jacob had pretty soon. I don’t know if her elevator skipped some floors or just went sideways a few times.
Rad Samson reminds me of Smilin’ Jack Martin.
“I wish I had a pencil-thin moustache, the Boston Blackie kind . . . “