Boy’s Club

Collected here for the first time, Furie’s (Meathaus) pot-smoggered bro-jinks set the standard for meme-worthy stoner humor comics when originally published in 2006, following four roommates who never seem to depart from their surreal den of sarcasm. Like the ensemble cast of a sitcom that they would love, each of the four has a few easily identifiable personality quirks, from Brett’s dancing to Andy’s TV catchphrases. Unlike those sitcoms, the bros are Muppet-like humans with fixed grins and animal heads. Most of their drugged-up personalities blur together like the tripped-out reality-leaking hallucinations Furie excels in, with the exception of the Chewbacca-like partyhound Landwolf (“Likes: drinkin’/stinkin’/never thinkin’ ”), who functions as the closest thing to an alpha bro in this quadrangle of slack. Furie’s one-color art is simple, direct, and cartoonish, as befitting the subject. His writing is subtler, embedding a sharp blade of satire in this soft, mushy narrative of pop culture–blinded millennial buffoonery. (June)