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And finally, an Ewww-LOL from BillR. It’s the “number 2” that clinches it!

Saturday Morning OYs – April 1st, 2023





By placing this here, do I have imposter (long o) syndrome?

Dale sends in this one.
There’s a poor color choice — cartoon blood is always red!
There’s the fact that mosquitoes don’t overeat and burst. (“In simpler terms, when the ventral nerve cord is severed, a mosquito has no sense of being full. It will continue to consume blood until it quadruples its body weight, whereupon it explodes. So unless you or a friend have the capabilities of performing neurosurgery, you won’t be seeing a mosquito “explode” anytime soon.”)
Even if we allow latitude for cartoon science and mentally color the blood red, what’s the joke here? Is the name Corelli a clue?



In Chicago we have not exactly Ballet Parking but rather Poetry Parking, close to the Opera House, and with special packages for Opera parking and for Joffrey Ballet. And “ironically” (as the kids like to say) it is very much not valet parking — it is self-parking and their web site brags of “full automation”. As this signage illustrates, you will be aided in remembering what level you parked on by color-coding and iconography of different poets and poems.





Andréa sends these in. Is there an accent where “Potter” sounds like more like “Putter” than it does here in the midwestern U.S.?
This is a bit of deja vu. One of your editors (not saying which one, but their first initial is “z”) accidentally posted these to last week’s OY page, after that page had been published. Proper PUNishment will be forthcoming.



How about some breakfast Grawlix?





Andréa sends these in. Is there an accent where “Potter” sounds like more like “Putter” than it does here in the midwestern U.S.?



A couple OYs from Andréa:


P.S. And then I saw this one on Facebook:


I had to give it a minute to hit.


And in Chicago we call it “wha’s this here sauce?”.
Andréa sent in this one.
Sure, Dilbert has no mouth, but the others do. And there are five balloons for 3 people.

This joke is wheely tiresome.

Here’s our Oy-Ewwwww!




(Thanks to Guero for noticing the mistaken mistimed posting of this last week.)




Shouldn’t there be some water somewhere? That seems like the really dangerous part…