Bliss by Harry Bliss for April 11, 2018

All it needs is a hat, glasses, bulbous nose and mustache.

He got his start at a Pearl Jam show in the mash pit.

You just had to take 4th street to get here, didn’t you?

You know you shouldn’t drive past McDonald’s, if you’re about to spend your lunch break at the museum..

Hey lady, I have a good feeling about you. This spud’s for you. (Apologies to Budweiser)

Mr. Potato Head before he got his face job.

Whistler’s Spud.

Private Eyes

They’re watching you

They see your every move

Private Eyes

They’re watching you

Private Eyes

They’re watching you watching

You watching you watching you

Portrait of papa.

Sadly, the portrait was damaged the next day by a man wielding a peeler.

A vote was taken. All in favor say eye. And the eyes have it.

Just call the whole thing off.

Eight eyes? Am I the only one seeing seven?

That lady must have wondered into the Vegan art gallery.