Birdbrains by Thom Bluemel for October 27, 2012

Now he can’t remember whose bed he left it in.

I’ve been through the desert with a horse with no head,It felt good to be out of the rain.

There’s some sort of a green face sitting on the left corner of the porch. (he has a clump of grass for hair)

Or is it the horseless headman?

eweee, a little to gory for my morning tastes

KHARTOUM……..KHARTOUM…..

You mean it’s not “the headless whore’s man”?

So that’s where the rest of the horse ended up.

But shouldn’t the Horseless Head-Man be looking for a HORSE, not a head? I mean, he’s GOT one of those….

Could be worse. You could be Nearly Headless Nick and banned from the Headless Ball.

You gotta’ read the story!

Whoops!

hey johnny!

Busy all day with running club and a house full of grand kids…There are a few teeny, tiny faces made from his beard stubble.

The Godfather was Mr. Crane? I could have sworn he had a different name…..

Good one Thom!! Where are you these days? I miss you!!!