Mitch4 sends in this “classic pun form”.




Mitch4 sends in this “classic pun form”.





Mark H. sends this in: “I think he meant Achilles tendon. I don’t think “Achilles heel” is a medical term…”
JMcAndrew sends this in: “I think Dennis is only supposed to be at the most 5 or 6 years old. He seems kind of young to be having sex talk with, also what did his father say to him that confused him like this?”




Not really OYs, but timely:







Not confusing enough to be a CIDU, but a couple of questions. There’s the English expression “Too many cooks spoil the broth”, which makes sense because you can mess up a broth or soup by messing up the seasoning (Italian herbs make a good soup; Indian spicing makes a good soup; adding both does not make a good soup). But toast?
Second, there’s 23. That’s probably just a random number pick here, but even the most casual fan recognizes 23 as Michael Jordan’s and LeBron James’s number: undeniably two of the greatest basketball players ever.
Mitch4 sends this in:


FYI: PM is short for Project Manager.

On dating shows, the contestants are hoping. Here they are also hopping.

Boise Ed submits this one: “I get the Area 51 gag, but the name panel’s secondary gag (“All tea served with a saucer”) eludes me.”

It seems to pair nicely with panel one here:


JMcAndrew sends this in: “I spent more time than I care to admit contemplating how the mechanics of this relationship would possibly work and how a sandwich would be the end result.”
Well, just look at Mr Peanut. You can see he’s well bread!





Speaking of green smoothies:

Mark H. sends in this triple OY


Chuck’s going to be one busy guy!


Phred sends this in: “It took a couple of seconds for me to sort out the brief CIDU, and then I decided this was an OY…”







Radio has certain requirements. Sports announcing, too. Dead air is the enemy. Some of the most painful examples to me are long bicycle races (4+ hours) that end in a sprint stage. So until the last kilometer, not much is going on if there’s no breakaway. But 4 hours must be filled with announcing, regardless. Particularly painful if there’s only one announcer, not two.

A quick look around my dwelling shows 6 books that I’m partway through but intend to finish, a couple of which I haven’t make any progress on in at least a year. (Not counting ones I don’t intend to finish, or haven’t started.) Should I invoke a statute of limitations on these 6?
The New Yorker has posted a page of the magazine’s cartoons which were most liked on Instagram.
This one pairs nicely with Parisi’s one above.
