Previous day is no help here; there’s nothing set up there about canoeing (or canoodling). Obviously there’s the repetition of “can”, but anything else?
But while the previous day was no help, the next day clarifies that, much to my surprise, this is about canoeing.
JMcAndrew sends in some oldies from Frank and Ernest: “Why would this be a horror movie for a dog?”
Ben was evidently quite the ladies’ man in Paris.
Clearly an “OY”:
Mark H. sends this in: “OK, I get that Lolly is sneaking a peek at Polly with her ancient boyfriend / lover, and that Polly catches her at it. But is the last frame Lolly raising her hand for a turn? What happened to her engagement to Alistair?
Or is she vicariously joining in on the action?
This whole May (March?) / December thing seems to be one of McEldowney’s fixations. Kind of like Woody Allen…”
Boise Ed sends this in:
“(1) “Happy Easter”? Be joyful over an episode of ritual torture?
(2) Do kids really do the Halloween thing at Easter nowadays?”
Is this just a comic channeling the “cats just sit there” meme, or is there more to it?
Posting the author’s Facebook post with his cartoon, just to show if you don’t get it, you’re not alone.
Phred sends this one in: “I cannot figure out why their office break is at a African water hole…”
Boise Ed sends this one in: “First, Dennis has always liked Gina (as opposed to Margaret), so why would he go to great lengths to avoid serving her? Also, if he’s out of product, why would he and the empty pitcher still be sitting there?”
“Auntie Em” seems like a Wizard of Oz reference, but beyond that I’m stumped.
(OK, that’s not really the right title but)
Another from JMcAndrew:
Why is he scratching himself with his foot? Is the joke supposed to be that his wife is feeding him dog meat and he’s mimicking dog behavior?
I dunno either. But it does make me think of the classic joke:
I was at the grocery store checkout buying a large bag of dog biscuits and a woman behind me asked if I had a dog. I was feeling a bit crabby, so I told her no, I was starting The Dog Biscuit Diet again. I added that I probably shouldn’t, because although last time I lost 50 pounds, I ended up in the hospital in intensive care.
Her eyes about popped out of her head. I went on and on with the bogus diet story and she was totally buying it. I told her that it was an easy, inexpensive diet and that they’re nutritionally complete: the way it works is to load your pockets or purse with biscuits and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry.
Finally she asked if something in the dog food had poisoned me and was that why I ended up in the hospital. I calmly said no…I was sitting in the street licking myself when a car hit me.
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