That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for May 01, 2017

“Your reward for choosing me is the destruction of your country and enslavement of your countrymen.”

Doofus tries to get a table dance with his lunch.

“Here, Eve. I brought you something from the garden.”

Apple? All I can see is a peach.

You can’t fool me! That apple has only a single core! I want a multi-core apple!

And yes, I do use wax.

She’s obviously won the booby prize

“OK, so I was trying to smuggle an orange onto the plane……. There’s nothing else, I can assure you.”

I would go out with you tonight, but my hair is a mess.

Leda showing the plastic surgeon how large of an augmentation she wants.

Meanwhile back at the Orgy!!!

Listen buddy, do you see a cardboard sign anywhere that says, will work for food?

On the Golden Apple of the Sun was written, To the Prettiest One. And they all fought over who was prettiest bringing discord to the land of the gods.

Orange you glad i didn’t say apple?

“Shuffleboard, anyone?”

3 URLs (copy each as one line):

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:The_Judgement_of_Paris_by_Jean_Baptiste_Regnault.jpg

has info and links that point to info about this painting (best viewed by Google Chrome – can automatically translate pages if necessary).

http://www.wga.hu/bio_m/r/regnault/biograph.html

has info about this artist. So far, 2 works by him have been used here.

http://www.gocomics.com/that-is-priceless/2012/11/09?comments=visible

has the prior strip (which, sadly, still has no active hyperlinks &?@#!#%&!).

Again, a larger strip image is shown by clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #1698 (April 30, 2017) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment; so, I won’t point to it here.

“I remember, sittin’, eatin’

The fruit juice flowing slowly, slowly, slowly

Down the front of your body"

I coulda sworn they had invented clothes by then.

Sports Illustrated cover shoot, 680 B.C.

Who needs his apple? She already has two.

you won the golden apple for having the whitest skin Lucy.

“How ’bout THEM apples?”

Sally Rand, your fan is getting away.