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. 
Here we see future prophet Billy making a wry comment on the vapidity of modern religious exercise by equating his hymnal to a television--the most evil creation in all of Keanville. It's a bold move, though one he can obscure beneath a facade of adorableness for now. When he gets older, however, these will be the sorts of statements that will surely get him martyred.
This comic is hilarious because the fat woman's marriage is failing because she's fat. This comic is also hilarious because the fat woman is fat.
Look. The punchline to this joke about Oscar the Grouch and the Grinch involves Ellis Island. You need more?
The main role of women in The Phantom and Mark Trail is to cause problems. And here they are doing that again with their silly feminine jealousy. It's not their fault, obviously--vaginae and hormones and whatnot. But it would be nice if they'd just stay out of our big, asexual heroes' way and let them save some poor defenseless animals.
I have no interest in taking the time to prove it, but I'm fairly certain Shoe uses the hot air gag at least once a week.
I am so glad the censors prevented the final panel of this comic from being published. At least I assume that's what happened.
Here we see the inner turmoil of a sex chat addict. Ashamed to be logging on once again, Jamaal questions his motives. He tries to disassociate himself: "These folks [not me, Jamaal, but these folks] seem to be trying to live out their fantasies!" He then resigns himself to always being an addict and, at the same time, justifies his addiction by positing that he's really just there to marvel at all the freaks: "You know it's unbelievable, but you just GOTTA look." Yeah, Jamaal, I know. You keep telling yourself that.
Lucy's cynicism makes her a girl after my own heart.
