Ian C sends:
Comments include the inevitable jokes about “military intelligence” and the amount of money spent on this research, but offer no clue as to why it might actually be funny.
Just Stab It Already
Author / phsiii
A Balloon?!
From billr:
It’s obviously Tax Season (in the US), but I don’t see any joke here. All I can think of is, “floating a balloon” as a financial thing, but aside from that, nothing.
All I get from my accountant is a piece of chocolate (and a bill)!
No post, no cry
(With apologies to Bob Marley)
Y’all will have noticed that there was no post today. That’s because the well is dry at the moment! Keep ’em comin’, gang…this only works if we have material to share.
Stumped!
(Yes, that’s a tree joke)
billr asks,
| Is a tree fund some new kind of financial instrument? |
Anyone? Your editor has a theory but doesn’t much like it.
I don’t see it
Dirk the Daring (this time with the “the”!) says,
She may see things, but I don’t.
I’m truly baffled too. Unless Rosa is nine feet tall and is looking over the tops of the shelves, which I’m pretty sure she isn’t.
P.S. Unless WordPress is flaky (always a distinct possibility), this is the first time Rosebuds has made CIDU!
A Fleurrie of Confusion
From Unca $crooge:
Usually I can understand the 9CL strip. It’s pretty formalistic, with a gag built around a super-hot, oversexed bimbo who is somehow coupled with a worshiping wimp who collapses into a catatonic state whenever in close proximity to said sexy partner. There are a half-dozen of these couples and while Brooke usually focuses on Super-Bimbo (Edda) and her identical daughters (Lolly and Polly), he occasionally switches things up and brings in one of the second banana couples. This week Brooke has turned the strip over to animal doc Fleurrie and her assistant / husband Sven who for the past three days have been rolling around among the cow chips while poor cow patient, Victoria (who can’t seem to swallow her grass), is forced to watch. Today, though, the scene shifts to the local lake where Fleurrie takes a dip into the frigid New England waters. Sure, it is the standard setup to have one of the hot women in a bathing suit but is there a joke here?
All I can come up with is that Sven grabbed her feet and pulled her under, but that sure isn’t obvious.
It’s a soccer reference, but…
From Darren:
Help? Is the block the “fullback”, or are a lot of “sweepers” needed to pick up the snow that drops from the players? I’m just really confused.
Plus the block is on the sidelines, not playing, it seems.
Commenters seemed equally baffled, including “This would probably be funny if I knew anything about soccer” and “That’s pretty ancient football… That was football of the seventies, with a Libero like Franz Beckenbauer. Or sixties, with an Ausputzer.”
Those don’t help.
Sounds like a song?
From Dirk the Daring:
Though I still think it sounds like a song, I sure don’t recognize anything specific. Googling suggests that “lyrical and edible” refers to “the sensory and creative pairing of cannabis edibles with music to enhance experiences, or to tangible, artistic food items”, which I’m pretty sure isn’t what this is about!
Heh heh, he said “balls”, heh heh?
billr sends:
and notes:
Never mind that Brontosaurus didn’t actually exist (it was a conflation of a couple other species that did exist) I don’t know what the gag is. Or what the things on the rotisserie are.
The comments seem to confirm my guess, that the things on the spit are supposed to be Bronto-balls™. But I don’t get the joke either, beyond Beavis&Butthead-style humor?!
When death hands you lemons…
billr mused the title above re this:
I guess something about lemons at a lemon funeral, but who would serve long pig at a human funeral? For that matter, who serves refreshments at the funeral??
Comics I Don't Understand 