Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for December 28, 2021

A common reason for a woman wanting to be thin, is to attract men. But given the selection of men on that space station, . . .

Hack on the snack.

Gnome in the home.

Of all the people who need a diet, Pam is not one of them. Now, if it had been Cliff. …

Part of the humor is the artists portrayal of the elf… which is exactly what it looks like.

How about “the body in the potty?” Okay, it doesn’t exactly rhyme but you get the idea.

“Stakeout on the steakhouse”

Wow Kiddies! Way to force that old guilt onto your mom… that she HAS to remain thin.

Looks to me like she is doing a pretty good job doing that after TWO kids… ;-)

And she needs to be on a diet because…? Silly! But she’s the only one with kids, and the only female (and don’t we have to have it be a female on a diet?), so they’re stuck.

Inquisitor on the fridgerator.

Throw it into the fireplace then tell the little urchins you ran out of kindling.

Snoop on the soup?

A dandy on the candy.

Pam, what goes around comes around. You deserve it.

I finally realized who that elf reminds me of:

https://www.mrbreakfast.com/cereal/mascot_49.jpg

(Without the red cheeks, of course!)

Well they are looking out for you, by proxy.

Just stick the elf inside the fridge, squashed into a little compartment. There he can keep an eye on what’s being taken out of the fridge…

I think that Pam is perfect the way she is.

Creep on the… er… can’t think of any food that rhymes with creep, so I’ll just go with “Creep”.

So sad the “Elf, Snitch in the Kitch” Dead on January the 2nd.

I hate those queer looking things

Snitch on the Fridge

Latest warning: they can be hacked and you can REALLY be spied on!!!

Tell on the Belle. Finky on the Twinkie. Squeal on the Meal. Report on the Torte.

Are they still making “Mensch on a Bench?” I remember Israel’s baseball team brought one to the World Baseball Classic, but they didn’t bring one to the Olympics.

Now, you can call me Ray, or you can call me Jay, or you can call me Ray Jay, or you can call me…