Tee – the village in your Liguria photo looks like one of the villages of the Cinque Terre. Corniglia, maybe? It’s a little hard to tell from the angle (No, Corniglia itself is not at sea level. Upon further review I think that’s Vernazza).
The exact location notwithstanding, that entire region is one of my favorite places. Sightseeing by car is virtually impossible. It’s all done by rail, foot and ferry. DBV
the graphics accompanying the sad violin were lovely…. and I sympathize with your quandrey, however am very glad you decided to continue with Sunday ’toons as my day is not complete without a dose of FA/FB!
I had a dog to whom I regularly gave grapes as a treat. This is before I ever heard anything about grapes negatively affecting some dogs. Fortunately, she was not one of them. I tossed a grape to my cousin’s dog who would eat anything that was within his reach, including a box of chocolates (which fortunately did him no harm). He held the grape in his mouth for a few seconds, then spit it out.
RE: Home Alone..Awesome! I’m only miffed that she didn’t kill him. But then again, she would have to deal with having taken a life and that changes you.
RE Teresa’s Lame Trantrum (sic), otherwise known as the Horizontally Challenged Sunday Blues .. Work around it! Either adopt a more vertical format (as Non Sequitur has on a Sunday), or fill up a 450 pixels wide panel with margins on both side of 75 px, white or off-white, possibly filled up with near-legible scrawlings and curses at the Oversize Overlords?
PEOPLE OF THE CHICAGO TRANSIT AUTHORITYIt’s an old post by now, but I just realized that big dude with the open jar of Kraft Mayo is more discerning than you might think. It is after all Kraft Mayo with olive oil.
Blog: Girls demanding excitement….I can imagine John Wayne wearing eye liner and lipstick. He’d still be wearing his holsters and pistols, though..“Carry on Duke”?
See? This is what happens when FA doesn’t post promptly: I don’t get back again until late in the afternoon and thereby find myself so far down the column of posters that no one notices whether I am spiffy,or metrosexual, or both, or neither. What’s a spiffy guy to do?Anyway, I am grossed out at the thought that such an apparently well-to-do dude as the gentleman (I use the term loosely) on the left can’t afford his own panties nor even steal a pair from his wife or girlfriend. Even among the dinner-jacket -wearing set, friendship has its hygienic limits!
Blog: Alcohol Falls: Paddy and Mick are working away underneath the Concorde at Heathrow airport. Mick’s got a spanner and he’s loosening a bolt above his head, when DRIP – a drop of aviation fuel lands on his nose. He goes on working and then DRIP again. On the 3rd DRIP he puts his finger to his nose and tastes the liquid. “Jayzus, Paddy”, he says, “C’mere and taste this!” So Paddy comes over and tastes a drip. “Bejayzus it’s alcohol!”, he says. So they stick a bucket underneath the drip and continue working. At the end of the 8 hour shift, there’s a bucketful of rocket fuel. They take it home and organize a big party with all their friends – rocket fuel and orange juice all round. The next morning Mick wakes up to the distant sound of a phone ringing. He reaches over and just manages to get the phone to his ear. “Hello, Mick, is it yerself?”, says a voice. “It’s me, Paddy – how are ya feelin?”“Oi must admit oi’ve felt better”, says Mick.Paddy continues – “Do ya feel yer nose drooping down, ya know, like that?”“I do, I do” says Mick.“And do ya feel yer arms stretching back behind ya like that?” says Paddy.“I do, I do” says Mick.“Cuisle mo chroí!”, says Paddy, “whatever you do, don’t fart – I’m phoning from New York.”
While living in Italy in 1970-1971, I would look forward eagerly to each new issue of Charlie. It was almost like a European version of Mad magazine: irreverent, lusty, and tremendous. There was a also an Italian counterpart:
pcolli about 12 years ago
Oh, go on; let him have a go..“Even when he wears his frilly panties way up tight, he’s still a dedicated follower of fashion.”
The Old Wolf about 12 years ago
Such sad violin music! :’(
GoodQuestion Premium Member about 12 years ago
Pick a pear . . . .☻.re the blog – that sixth grader demonstrated gun control, good for her!
Knightman Premium Member about 12 years ago
Don’t get your panties in a bunch!
Rotifer POLICE VIDEOS WERE SO OCTOBER Thalweg Premium Member about 12 years ago
Tee – the village in your Liguria photo looks like one of the villages of the Cinque Terre. Corniglia, maybe? It’s a little hard to tell from the angle (No, Corniglia itself is not at sea level. Upon further review I think that’s Vernazza).
The exact location notwithstanding, that entire region is one of my favorite places. Sightseeing by car is virtually impossible. It’s all done by rail, foot and ferry. DBV
Happy, happy, happy!!! Premium Member about 12 years ago
beer drinkers…
V-Beast about 12 years ago
♪ I could hide under there.Under where?Made you say underwear! ♫- Barenaked Ladies
Linguist about 12 years ago
Reply from panties: " Yes we mind ! We’ve hung out with you before ! "
cleokaya about 12 years ago
Thongs for the memmories.
SusanCraig about 12 years ago
the graphics accompanying the sad violin were lovely…. and I sympathize with your quandrey, however am very glad you decided to continue with Sunday ’toons as my day is not complete without a dose of FA/FB!
cleokaya about 12 years ago
I had a dog to whom I regularly gave grapes as a treat. This is before I ever heard anything about grapes negatively affecting some dogs. Fortunately, she was not one of them. I tossed a grape to my cousin’s dog who would eat anything that was within his reach, including a box of chocolates (which fortunately did him no harm). He held the grape in his mouth for a few seconds, then spit it out.
dbld about 12 years ago
i don’t always wear panties, but when i do, i prefer victoria’s secret.
Oxnate about 12 years ago
RE: Home Alone..Awesome! I’m only miffed that she didn’t kill him. But then again, she would have to deal with having taken a life and that changes you.
Treerabbit about 12 years ago
RE Teresa’s Lame Trantrum (sic), otherwise known as the Horizontally Challenged Sunday Blues .. Work around it! Either adopt a more vertical format (as Non Sequitur has on a Sunday), or fill up a 450 pixels wide panel with margins on both side of 75 px, white or off-white, possibly filled up with near-legible scrawlings and curses at the Oversize Overlords?
Oxnate about 12 years ago
RE: ALCOHOL WATERFALL (1929).Reminded me of the great Beer Flood. It’s a Damn Interesting read.
Steve Bartholomew about 12 years ago
Re the candy corn on the blog: I highly recommend this web site: http://theworstthingsforsale.com/Please scroll down two places for the candy.
Larry Miller Premium Member about 12 years ago
PEOPLE OF THE CHICAGO TRANSIT AUTHORITYIt’s an old post by now, but I just realized that big dude with the open jar of Kraft Mayo is more discerning than you might think. It is after all Kraft Mayo with olive oil.
pcolli about 12 years ago
None of my dogs have died from eating cheese, fruit or chocolate. I, however, might.
pcolli about 12 years ago
Blog: Girls demanding excitement….I can imagine John Wayne wearing eye liner and lipstick. He’d still be wearing his holsters and pistols, though..“Carry on Duke”?
Sisyphos about 12 years ago
See? This is what happens when FA doesn’t post promptly: I don’t get back again until late in the afternoon and thereby find myself so far down the column of posters that no one notices whether I am spiffy,or metrosexual, or both, or neither. What’s a spiffy guy to do?Anyway, I am grossed out at the thought that such an apparently well-to-do dude as the gentleman (I use the term loosely) on the left can’t afford his own panties nor even steal a pair from his wife or girlfriend. Even among the dinner-jacket -wearing set, friendship has its hygienic limits!
The Old Wolf about 12 years ago
Blog: Alcohol Falls: Paddy and Mick are working away underneath the Concorde at Heathrow airport. Mick’s got a spanner and he’s loosening a bolt above his head, when DRIP – a drop of aviation fuel lands on his nose. He goes on working and then DRIP again. On the 3rd DRIP he puts his finger to his nose and tastes the liquid. “Jayzus, Paddy”, he says, “C’mere and taste this!” So Paddy comes over and tastes a drip. “Bejayzus it’s alcohol!”, he says. So they stick a bucket underneath the drip and continue working. At the end of the 8 hour shift, there’s a bucketful of rocket fuel. They take it home and organize a big party with all their friends – rocket fuel and orange juice all round. The next morning Mick wakes up to the distant sound of a phone ringing. He reaches over and just manages to get the phone to his ear. “Hello, Mick, is it yerself?”, says a voice. “It’s me, Paddy – how are ya feelin?”“Oi must admit oi’ve felt better”, says Mick.Paddy continues – “Do ya feel yer nose drooping down, ya know, like that?”“I do, I do” says Mick.“And do ya feel yer arms stretching back behind ya like that?” says Paddy.“I do, I do” says Mick.“Cuisle mo chroí!”, says Paddy, “whatever you do, don’t fart – I’m phoning from New York.”
The Old Wolf about 12 years ago
While living in Italy in 1970-1971, I would look forward eagerly to each new issue of Charlie. It was almost like a European version of Mad magazine: irreverent, lusty, and tremendous. There was a also an Italian counterpart:
cleokaya about 12 years ago
George McGovern must not have graduated until his 30s.
x_Tech about 12 years ago
There’s been too much sex & violence sad violins here at FA today.I think it time for a lame change.San Antonio Rose
Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues
Steve.Hardison about 12 years ago
IF only a frog could applaud, they would applaud this strip.
Sisyphos about 12 years ago
Re FB—Some Norah Jones and the Little Willies: really suits a spiffy guy!