Gil Thorp by Henry Barajas and Rod Whigham for November 30, 2020

OK now let’s all sing Kumbaya and end with Corinna, Corinna. Then you two morons hug and get the hell out of here!!!

Subtle will not work on those two. It’s gonna take a bigger hammer than Gil used.

In all reality , P3 And remember you jerks that scissors cut paper,paper covers rock and rock crush scissors got it ! Now get lost !

Corinna is going to wind up running companies one day. Or countries.

Love the matching door and window designs in P1; Milford has style! Corinna must be lefthanded judging by the larger forearm; also in P2, she needs to work on her “hands on hips” stance – not quite her hip on right hand; finally, to be really snarky, between the large hand in the shape of a gun and the emasculation statement, how could either of these boys be attracted to that type of girl unless they are into femdom relationships

P1- Row style housing with NO safety rail for the porch steps. A shove and someone does a header. Wildcat Maris probably owns the rental property.

P2- I told you snarkers, she’s a fembot.

P3- I’ve seen Al Bundy do that pose. Scary that she’s in control of these lads emotions.

P1, But that’s not what we came to your house for.

P2, Gil must be the coach emeritus and he’s appointed Corina as the new coach. Gets to keep his name on the strip that way.

P3, Where the hell did you get an idea like that, Corina?

P-1: Spelling error right off the bat! The box should read…“a QG submit”!

P-2: Wow, I’m not a Little Tea Pot, I’m a Sugar Bowl!

P-3: Please! Somebody kill me and get me out of this story!

For someone who doesn’t care about football or others, she sure is investing a lot of time and effort into two guys that irritate her. But, I guess if it’s not her, then who else will solve this problem? Surely not the coaches during their one day a month work schedule.

Please move this plot out of her living room. Coming up with new dialog for Mopped Up Thorp is a struggle in this setup. But, regardless, here’s today’s effort: https://moppedupthorp.wordpress.com/

“OK, I’ll go to flanker, like Jarrod Hale, and we can win the championship! Oh, wait, neither of us is in True’s league, and we’ve already lost our shot at Valley runner-up!”

Just by the fact that they’re still standing there listening to her is proof that they aren’t brighter than she originally thought.

Are those flames inside the house? Mom is tired of her hectoring.

I really love how she yells at them. Boys need to be yelled at on the reg because mostly teenage boys don’t use the brains god gave them, as my dear ol’ Dad used to say.

Her act is REALLY getting old.

As they both stand there thinking they should have just had a fist fight and ended this thing.

P2- QB1 and QB2 look like they finished a fart sandwich. Not particularly filling, but the aftertaste is a flared nostril reminder. They’re like Hank the Hungry Hippo. CK keeps shoveling it and these two keep ingesting whatever comes out of her piehole.