Gil Thorp by Henry Barajas and Rachel Merrill for October 18, 2018

Not as awful as you’re going to feel.

I lost track of the score and thought p2 was supposed to show a touchdown with No. 22 high-stepping into the end zone without the ball.

P1, My heads gonna explode!

P2, The Minister Of Silly Walks kicks the winning field goal.

P3, I don’t care about that, we’re here to talk about why you’re always late because of your sister.

P3 Shows Gil getting photo bombed

In all reality , Gil says Tiki look I don’t give a damn about the penalty or the loss , it happens ! Your references to a slow 5th grade sister who doesn’t exist greatly disturb me. Sit down you have some explaining to do.

P3 – Gil: “Don’t worry about that, son. But take this pillow with the dagger on it…”

P1- Where is last football season crooner Rick Soto? Typical introduce new Junior class character with little to no follow up in their Senior year.

P2- I want Jeff’s kicker on my team. Anyone who can boot an 80 yarder is my guy.

P3- The Fist Pump Family is poised to escort Tiki the Torch for an exploration field trip to Carbone Cave.

Well, gee, I know that they don’t do this much, but I’m sure Gil is gonna’ start asking questions about TeeKee’s personal life and any possible problems and then start snooping around this kid’s life like the dam CIA or something.

P3: Gil is mad because he may actually have to coach to wrap up that second place finish.

Can’t wait until tomorrow to see what lame reason he had this time to pull another kid out of class instead of just talking to him at practice.

Gill is PO’d because they watched a Mifune Samurai film without him.

I don’t like the looks of that lynch mob gathering in P3.

P3- Bueller!

I can’t wait to find out the connection between the pass interference and the slow sister.

Thorp mad!

Tiki gets chewed out while his sister walks off with the fist pump brothers.

P2 #22 looks like Elaine Benes from Seinfeld dancing.

P 3: “I don’t care about that….I want to know why you are still driving that gas-guzzling, old rusty bucket, P.O.S…”