Lola: No bubbles like that in the pool on my watch, mister.

This comic is hilarious because it's about farting.

9 Chickweed Lane: I just beat the shit out of Colonel Horrocks.

I still have a ton of problems with this interminable 9 Chickweed Lane story, but I'm always a fan of hiding objectionable words behind chairs. In general, I just like the idea that word bubbles are part of the material world of the comics section.

F Minus: Hopefully, someday in the future they will find a cure for getting stuck in the air ducts.

There's probably no strip around right now that's better at puncturing the little bubbles of ritual we build around ourselves than F Minus. Today's comic, in particular, is just brutal. All the well-wishes at funerals, all the hopes for cures, all the promises of heaven, all of it--it's the lady in this cartoon. Nothing cures death, people.

None of that sounds very funny, but a really good comic strip can point out that, actually, it kind of is.