That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for May 26, 2020

Leonora always felt “safe” when dancing with Miguel.

No matter how much he tried, Diego just couldn’t get a look at his own butt.

Judging by the dog, I guess the band is Devo (“Whip-it”).

Dominic dressed like a vaquero but danced like a mating peacock. Maria noticed he spent 98% of his time looking at himself and the other 2% glancing at her. She’d gladly stomp on his feet if they weren’t so small.

He solved the panty-line problem the only way he could…

Helga was what the all women’s dance troop needed. She could throw or catch dancers clear across the stage and her butt looked good in stretch pants.

Miguel is not expecting a certain curious turn of events in which, seeking to solve a mystery, Perroita is about to launch a probing snout through his rear window! Hitchcock never dreamed of this!

//Puts on Groucho Marx mask\\ If I had calves like you I’d go in the dairy business.

“These new Spanks make my butt look fabulous.”

you can tell by their reactions that the ladies just loved the look of the new lululemons…

Everyone could tell what religion he was by looking at him.

The scene last night at Lake of the Ozarks after everyone was told that they had to wear masks in order to get into the nightclub.

Down at the old Tapas Shop/ the kids love to dance til they drop/ but, try as they might/ none wears pants quite so tight/ as Diego, the “Queen of the Hop”.

Ahh! I’m blind!

The dog is looking at Diego’s rear end, thinking ’He’s got a smaller butt than I do’

Butt weight!

Ai, caramba!

Try as he might to avoid the enchantments of Leonora, she cast-a-net over him and he was hers.

“Come here often?”

Flash mob at the market.

I didn’t know Diego was in the commandos.

Glad the painting was done from this angle.

Fernando feared his fancy flamenco fashion and footwork were too flashy for fandango fanatic Francesca…

(Francesca, on the other hand, was only worried about her 5 o’clock shadow showing through her makeup.)

Once again, the same crowd not social distancing.

“I don’t need social distancing! I just cough into my elbow like this!”

Dance by a Grenada inn: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Danse_dans_une_posada_d%27Eug%C3%A8ne_Giraud.jpg 

(best viewed by Google Chrome, with Google Translate added to chrome://extensions, which can automatically translate most pages as necessary) has info and links that point to more info about this painting.

https://www.askart.com/artist/Pierre_Francois_Eugene_Giraud/11103243/Pierre_Francois_Eugene_Giraud.aspx 

has info about this artist (again, it can be read in full for free on Fridays), perhaps in addition to what’s pointed to by the title URL. First work by him used here.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #2456 (May 25, 2020) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment.

The new hit, “Moon Over Maracas!”

Bob Dylan, circa 1965, was both surprised and annoyed by the Gypsy reaction to ‘Blowin’ In The Wind’.

YEESSSSSS! The quarantine’s over!

I thought it was only brassieres that were supposed to lift and separate.

Which made his wearing a bra even more puzzling.

I bet that guy in the center top is wonder what the heck is in his cigarette.

No one knew how the brawl began in that narrow lane in Barthelona except of course, Diego!! :>)

Texas border town after the lock down for the corvid 19 was lifted.

Everybody told him to shake what his momma gave him. But Diego knew … it was brought to you by plastic surgeon Dr. Ivo Pitanguy!

Poor Diego was mortified, ‘twas true/At the dog he said ‘go away, shoo!!!’/For the people did laugh/At his underwear gaffe/when the dog raised a hullabaloo.