Mitch4 sends this in:







Mitch4 sends this in:







Thanks to Boise Ed:

Mom clearly doesn’t like the idea, but what “will” Dad do?




Similarly, hearing one side of a juicy conversation while on public transportation. If you are going to be talking loudly on your phone in public, please put the other person on speaker so we can get some closure. What did Betty say to Barbara?

This Gordo is from 1974. I had to memorize this in Catholic school, possibly less because it’s a great poem to introduce grade school students to poetry than because Kilmer was Catholic, something that was always emphasized by the good nuns. Original poem here. Ogden Nash wrote this parody:
I think that I shall never see
A billboard lovely as a tree.
Perhaps, unless the billboards fall,
I’ll never see a tree at all.



The fun part of this one is figuring out what real cereals Nathan Pyle is referring to:

I had dessicated grape chaff for breakfast this morning.





I may have the citation wrong here. This is a comic that resurfaced among the ones I’ve saved over the years, but this one was saved without citation, and may not be from Bug Martini.
In honor of CIDU Bill (Bill Bickel — and definitely not Idiot Bill Bickel) here’s a bit of a tribute:
Usual John sends this in: “I can’t help thinking of Idiot Bill Bickel, and the name Bilden Bickworm makes me think that may not be just coincidence. FYI for those who have not been following CIDU for years: Idiot Bill Bickel was (and presumably still is) a real estate agent who had the same name as CIDU Bill (the original moderator of this website) and inexplicably sometimes gave people CIDU Bill’s email address instead of his own.”

(This was posted as a LOL some months ago; it seems appropriate to repeat it here)






Can’t I just use facial recognition?
Meanwhile, over in Gasoline Alley, Walt (who must be somewhere north of 115 years old) is having a dream and discovers you can’t even get into hell without proper credentials.






Maybe not so much an LOL as a scene from a documentary about parenting.


Meanwhile, there a bit more comedy left over from Thanksgiving.

Boise Ed sends this in: “Another good reason to get a smaller turkey next time.”


As a kid in the back seat, I used to look up after seeing “Watch for Falling Rock” signs to see if there were rocks falling. This, of course, was futile. Drivers on curvy mountain roads should be looking at the road, and looking for fallen rocks, not staring up at the bluff on the off-chance that there’s a boulder coming down right at this very second. Most, but not all, signs I see on the highway now say fallen, not falling.



Mark H. sends this in as a fourth wall breaker, and wonders: “Do cartoon characters count in base eight?”








We haven’t actually seen a star fall in since we invented telescopes, but I have a list of ones I’m really hoping are next.
The opposite of gravity is levity, so of course it’s okay to laugh at black holes.
Is it possible cartoonist Randal Monroe has been watching Philomena Cunk’s mockumentaries?

