That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for March 30, 2020

Tom regretted not hoarding toilet paper in February.

“This is my time. I’ve been practicing social distancing my whole life!”

“Will someone please turn the lights on! I can’t see the way to the washroom.”

Felix slowly came to grips with reality. The only way he was going to get the skinny jeans off was to cut them off.

As a former user of Pepsodent, Albert is still wondering where the yellow went.

Fred was paying the price for attending last night’s burrito feed down at the fire station.

“Deep Thoughts” by Jack Handy.

Picture name changed to Jerry in the pool.

“Sometimes I sit and think……other times I just sit!”

Nothing, thanks … she just went to powder her nose.

Sir, that was an hour and a half ago.

The little man on the table was assuring Jerry that he was fine, but Jerry was starting to wonder about those mushrooms.

Blast those mosquitoes!

After all those winter scenes, the artist had an over abundance of black paint.

Too late, Jerry realizes that he forgot to lower his yoga pants when he sat on the pot.

All of his participation awards seemed pointless now.

Due to the overabundance of black paint, the title became, In The Bowels of a Black Cat, In a Cave, At Night, During a New Moon.,

Bernard Palissy In His Workshop: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Palissy_stade_3.JPG 

(best viewed using Google Chrome, with Google Translate added to chrome://extensions, which can automatically translate most pages as necessary) has info and links that point to info about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting. Other vesions points to the museum painting this either copied, or might be a later version by that artist. So far, 37 works with unknown attribution have been used here. 

http://www.gocomics.com/that-is-priceless/2019/09/13?comments=visible 

has the prior strip.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #2415 (March 29, 2020) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment.

Alone on the throne. I face the unknown,/ in the dark, dark hours before dawn/in the depths of the night, paralyzed with fright,/ and the feeling that hope is gone../ I had hoped to arise when dawn lit the skies, / and repair to my slight breakfast fare/ but some miserable troll/ has made off with the roll that I reached for – and simply ain’t there ! (it doesn’t always have to be a limerick)

A brown study about to become a yellow study.

This painting is entitled: Waiting For The Cable Guy

Morning wood?

No electricity. No heat. No heroin.

“Alone, lalalala llalala..why must I be alone…lalalalala lalala..let’s put our hearts toGETHER..and never, ever be aloooone…” (Remember that one, Strob ?)

Apparently the artist had a bunch of black paint he needed to use up…..

Social Distancing comes easy to us asocial types.

Bernard was a well respected artist and scientist, but he had no idea how to manufacture a respirator.

It’s been 46 years and Bernard is still trying to figure out the park in a driveway / drive in a parkway question.

I have no idea just what that is on the floor, but I don’t dare touch it either. :>)

George the dyslectic, having tired of his toys wanted something else to do.

Portrait of a junky wondering what to sell for his next fix.

No bed pans within reach?

Knowing the hoarders had gotten all the toilet paper, Jerry realized he’d have to start using the tablecloth.