Monty by Jim Meddick for January 11, 2020

You can’t let the elements get to you, Wendell, this is WAR!

♪♫ [Ashokan Farewell plays in the background] ♪♫

This wasn’t Verdun. This was Gallipoli.

And just how did Wendell’s woolly undergarments become compromised? I suspect that…..no that would never happen to a one percenter in any situation.

Never submit your DNA to 23-and-me, Wendell. You might find a horrible truth, that your resemblance to Monty is not a coincidence.

Call in an air strike.

Ahhh…the old “compromised base layer” story…

Maybe the girls have been gone for an hour but they haven’t noticed. I love the absurd seriousness of the situation.

Wendell’s outta smokes. “Hey Corporal, any fags to spare?”

Another day of the nerdy rich kid, another day of skipping over Monty (aka Robotman) and moving on to Pooch Cafe!

I absolutely love Sedgwick! Writing a letter home – a reference to the trench warfare in WWI, Wendell playing that harmonica – all that is left is for them is to open a tin of sardines and break out the foot powder to stave off trench-foot!

It was harsh. The Enemy—girls!—have the snowball equivalent of rapid-fire heavy machine guns, mowing down the brave but foolhardy lads who answered the bugle call to Charge! and became the silent occupants of forward trenches.

Sometimes, Sedgie is too imaginative for his own, and Wendell’s, good….

“…woolly undergarments…”!!! O fer….now I’ll have sympathy itchies all day. GECH!!!

does Wendel look like a small version of Monty???

Wool is one of the best things to wear when wet. Cotton will kill you.