That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for May 11, 2023

/// Mary, widow of H. Devereaux,

reminisced of their tryst long ago.

They’d smoked hemp the whole night;

Ben got high as a kite.

When they “sparked” Franklin set her aglow.

“I was so sleepy last night. Was that a chamber pot or the big stein? I guess that guy in the corner will let me know.”

Mrs Humphrey Devereux: 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

"Category:Portraits of women by John Singleton Copley" site=commons.wikimedia.org 

(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, DuckDuckGo, Ecosia, and Yandex search engines) in the browser address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and choose the first Category: found, and once there find the text string Humphrey, and click its link for info and links that point to more info about this painting.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by merely clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s THROWBACK THURSDAY: MASTERPIECE #94 (2/8/11) (May 10, 2023) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment. I have added a comment there pointing to the blog entry with my comment pointing to info about this artist I used to point to here. So far, 15 works by this artist used here (16 times total, including this Throwback Thursday repeat), the November 29, 2011, strip being its first use. GoComics has, unbeknownst to me, removed my comment there for some obscure reason. The April 18, 2023, strip is the last non-repeat by this artist.

As I’ve heard, that’s a pretty big club she belongs to.

It’s true that Franklin invented the lightening rod, but before it was named as such, it was simply known as Ben Rod, and it did make the ladies wonder. One thing is for sure, though, old Ben was as fast as lightening, if you know what I mean ;)

Much to her disappointment, the only thing French Mrs Humphrey Devereux got out of her marriage was her name.

That table from IKEA?

Donald was sure this would keep him out of the draft!

“Mrs. Humphrey Devereaux,” 1771

aunty Bronstien thinking about her left side, how much better it is.

Did I leave the stove on?

Sorry:

Mrs. Humphrey Devereaux had a vision that her great-grand nephew, Humphrey Chimpden Earwick, would have a strange recurring dream, full of puns and esoteric word-play. It would continuously cycle through, he would wake, and then, after a brief fine’, begin-again.

James Joyce spent 17 years trying to make a book of it, ruined his eyesight at it, and died a few years later of ineluctable modality of the visible aggravated by agenbite of in-wit.

Yes, by Molly…

The Artist’s Father, Reminiscing About Banging Ben Franklin

Jack Benny in drag, reminiscing about saving a dime.