The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for May 11, 2018

That’s how we do it here… it’s the American Standard.

Do not ask for whom the TP rolls, it rolls for thee.

It’s sad that you’ve resorted to toilet humor.

Quasi is feeling flushed with success.

But his career tanked shortly after that.

Frollo lost that bowl game.

Victor: Well, we both have to go. You can go first.

Quasimodo: No, that’s OK, Victor. You go.

You’re a sick hump. Love your work.

The last words Frollo hears is: “I am the Victor!, over Hugo”

I guess this is the origin of the word “plunger.”

They’re not even finished. They’re only Quasi-completed.

Awww. And Quasi was only trying to clean up his stoppage. Clearly he angered to toilet bowl Gods.

Digging latrines is a tankless job.

Is that what they mean by a “bowl movement”?

Who you gonna Kohler?

How wonderful to have a punning joke based on a literary classic!

It’s nice to see Johnny from Pee-Wee’s Playhouse getting out from under the type-casting.

Shoot, I always thot it was the halfback of Notre Dame, but then an old girlfriend with a penchant for small cars confused me by saying it was the hatchback of Notre Dame. Now I don’t know what to believe any more.

I think we’ve plumbed the depth of this panel.

That smelly Irish lizard, Commode O’Dragon.

“Stanktuary!”

Time for lunch… back of Notre Dame. :>)

Why do I have to put up with this $#!†?

Not a good place to fall off the porcelain throne.