Gil Thorp by Henry Barajas and Rachel Merrill for April 13, 2023

When an author runs out of ideas…

Good grief. (hits the unfollow button)

Please make it disappear and not come back.

So… Gil is taking over as faculty advisor for Milford High’s Magic Club?

P4: Now get busy mowing the rest of the outfield

WTF?

P1.5 (?) “Was that Mr. Reality I saw out there wandering around while you were mowing, Cami? Hey, what’s that fluorescent material and red stain on the grass behind the mower? Is that an arm?”

Huh?

I guess I musta missed Chapters 1 and 2.

Is Vito offering odds on whether this will ever be satisfactorily explained?

And I’m out…

What’s curious is why she didn’t lift the blade after the letter ‘E’….. or how a mower that big could make a colon : on the grass. ‘:’

Absurd

Prestige Worldwide! Wide…Wide. Investors? Possibly you? Gotta have me some boats and hos.

Shark, shark, shark, shark………..

See GenZ Cami, cursive would’ve come in real handy here

I’m surprised it doesn’t say “…f*** y** snarkers …”

I would have opted for the diagonal grid outfield design, or maybe the Gateway Arch carved into it like they do in St. Louis- that looks nice.

Spoiler alert: Gil has a twin, Martinez is a clone.

I am truly baffled.

Prestige?? I wonder what the 1st 2 chapters were called. I guess I will find out when I buy the yearlong compilation book and it will all make sense.

From today’s Comics Curmudgeon:

Uh oh! Will Coach Hernandez’s quest for revenge end with [SPOILERS FOR A MOVIE FROM 2006] dozens of dead Hernandez clones floating in tanks in the basement under the Milford High auditorium? Here’s hoping!

Prestige arc!

In Chapter Three remember the meaning of romance

In Chapter Four you break up

But you give her just one more chance

Now that the basketball championship chapter has ended what happened to the guys that were selling vapes? Did I miss something?

Solar Prestige a Gammon

Gil just assumes it’s spelled correctly. He’ll look it up later, or is that the name of Rick Soto’s new group?

This comic has been Mark Trailed, just like Dick Tracy.

Many, many years ago when I was a kid, I saved my money, worked hard at all kinds of jobs and I put a big down payment on my dream car. A 1967 Chevelle SS-396. Black, red interior, small red pinstripe. It was perfect. About the time I made the last payment on it, I got a letter from Uncle Sam. Decided to sell it and found a guy who promised to take care of it, love it and give me consideration if I wanted to buy it back when I got out of the Army. So, a few years later, I’m out, back my old home town. My dream car is burning smoke, flames have been painted on the rear fenders, the rear end has been jacked up and somehow it looks like a ruptured dog. I’m telling you this because it reminds me of how much I liked this comic strip back when I was a shirt tail kid and how things change over the years. In the Army, I learned a word that describes both a car and a comic strip. FUBAR!

Holy hell, you know how long it’s going to take me to fix that field? And speaking of fixes, get your daily fix of Mopped Up Thorp right here!

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Are we never going back to Mimi’s lesbian golf threesome? I feel we got gyped here.