The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for June 14, 2014

I thought the Czechs were in the mail.

He forgot body, hip, poke, sweep, stick, fore, back, and cross. But maybe he just wanted to keep his teeth.

And personal, certified, cashier’s and travelers. But, yeah, Superfrog, they’re in the mail.

All with a Czeckered past.

Paulina Porizkova ! the male would love to be in the czech

No Vaclav Havel? What a revolution! No Franz Kafka? What a metamorphosis! (And Al S. – you forgot Czech travellers. Or, as they’re better known, traveler’s Czechs.)

I once heard of a Czech dwarf who had escaped from his abductors. He needed someplace to hide, ran into a butcher shop and asked the proprietor, “Can you cache a small Czech?”

Aye, ’tis a foul ball that bounces no czech…

Vyborné!

When Martina Navratilova defected to the West, she walked into the U.S. Embassy and asked, “Do you cache Czechs here?”

NOW I’m hungry. Made me think of Czech Stop in West, Tx. Best pastries around.

And Czech your prejudices at the door when you come to the party.

I’m glad I Czeched out this comments.

Those czechs are outdated and have lost their value. On the bright side, the cartoonist doesn’t have to send out large royalty czechs.