Gil Thorp by Henry Barajas and Rod Whigham for August 20, 2011

P1 – Kenny softly caresses Molly’s left forearm while Bill Gates sniffs a cookie in the background.

It’s pretty rude of Gil to show up without at least bringing a bottle of wine.

Here comes the dad in about five minutes, will he be a jerk or an understanding loving husband.

Since when do they name parochial HS after Rock singers?

“We have video of you”……“I’m sorry Coach Thorp, I was young and needed the money”“Wha?”

St. Fabian—the patron of rambling plot lines.

kdizzle: Thanks for the laugh about P1. P3: Kenny, take the minivan and here’s the grocery list. Mr. Thorp, can I offer you a cocktail and a nightcap later!

“Mrs. Lark, I’m here on behalf of our caddies’ Carry An Old Bag program.”

I wonder how she knows Coach Thorp. I never knew any of the coaches at other schools when my kids were in high school. St. Fabian isn’t a big Milford rival. Did they meet at some point that I’m forgetting?

That’s no cookie. That’s a pop-tart product placement.

Not true! We saw mom sleeping yesterday! :)

This adventure is starting to look a bit sick – a boy perving on his mother. Gil is going beyond his job description in a similar way to that done bySteve Luhm. He’s her son’s golfing instructor; not her drug and alcohol counseller. I hope Mr Lark comes home suddenly, beats Gil up and kicks Kenny out.