Gil Thorp by Henry Barajas and Rod Whigham for December 08, 2016

Would that project perhaps be finishing the last six months of her senior year?

Maybe she is talking about a school project – oh wait, she doesn’t seem to attend actual classes any more, Gil must have got her an all-class attendance waiver.

What ever Heathers project is, I sure hope it unfolds over the next 18 months!

I wonder if it is a jumbo project?

The tonsure mullet in P3—business in front, party in the back, monastic studies in the middle.

In all reality , since Heather doesn’t attend classes and has lots of free time ,her project is to find Boo’s killer .

Help out in Summer drills and “help” coach 7 on 7? Like Gil and Kaz actually show up. There’s a reason comics are called funnies. See you mid July Heather. Right before you enroll at Iowa City to help coach the Hawkeyes.

Gil just can’t help shuffling off his responsibilities. It’s one of the reasons he’s lasted so long as the AD .P3 may be the best representation of a female face this strip has had in quite a while. An actual upper lip instead of a mustache. Of course the dude near her is sporting the Milford Monk haircut.

And is Gil going to let those two kids out of that jail cell so they can go to class?

Heather’s hair style has aged her about 25 years.

Her project is to take over coaching the girls’ soccer team. She will claim that the current coach just isn’t any good, if she can be frankly honest about it.

How come we never hear of this 7 on 7 team?

It’s her AP Biology project. She’s measuring Frog crotches and will be getting Fire Hose underwear for all the Lab specimens; Christmas, you know. @ Bearwku: In the meantime, as Ellisburkes would observe, she’ll be Amesless. P-4: Mom, I have a project due tomorrow. Could you get me a blue poster-board at the Milford Dime Store? In P-1 is Heather checking out the size of Gil’s size 14 shoes?

@Ellisburkes: My cup runeth over with bad puns. The B-52 driver had heard he was being sent to Bomb Bay and he hates Currie

P-1 & 2: Hey Gil, I know it’s a print media, but you should recognize sarcasm after being married that long. Chico Marx would reply: Hey, you thinka I’m crazy? Seven ona seven is fourteen. Atsa called Santa Quentin Quail. I no wanna go to jail.

Poor Heather. Now that Gil has her trapped coaching for the summer, he can go play golf and she won’t get to Iowa until October.

Since she’s going to school to major in journalism she’s probably on the school newspaper. Maybe her big project is a story blowing the lid off of Former State Champion Coach and AD Gil’s programs which of course would include him rarely showing up for games or practices and the infamous showers. Stay tuned.

MOP: He’s a Zen Buddhist employed by a cerial company: Rice Chex, Wheat Chex, Corn Chex, Monk Chex. (Gluten Free)