The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for December 01, 2023

It’s a pita that these puns are so bad.

It’s no Wonder he didn’t listen, he’s not as crusty as the other two.

Gluteny is a mortal sin.

This strip is half-baked.

When I was in Kindergarten (a loooog time ago) we children each drank little cartons of milk delivered from Dixie Dairy. Come cold weather the crates with the cartons were placed outside the building. Sometimes the milk thus got ice-cold. I had never experienced “brain freeze,” and when I complained of headaches, OMG, my parents got upset and thought I had a tumor or something.

lots of puns no matter how you slice it!

He’s got bran freeze!

Hilburn had the crust to present this strip?!

My freekeh head hurts!

My favorite commenters are the ones who have a rye sense of humor.

That’s the yeast of his troubles…

Take their advice with multi-grain of salt.

How does Homer Simpson pay for lemon aid? With sour duh! bread

Just gotta roll with these puns.

Is everyone just loafing around, dreaming up puns? I toast your efforts.

The last thing we knead is another pun.

The puns are never-ending!

Ouch, this is making my head hurt! How strained and stretched can puns get? I think this is the answer.

We are glutens for punishment.

The bun is the highest form of humour.

I hope he doesn’t have a migraine.

The middle slice must be Italian bread.

Slice on the right, what a sourdough,

I really didn’t knead all these puns.

Scott needs to lay off the magic mushrooms.

i don’t even want to know

Such a pain in the gluten-ous maximus!

Let’s have a toast to this one,crumby as it is.It takes a lot of crust, but we can toast this well bread heel for making a living doing this and not just loafing.He gets dough for it too! I’d like a slice of that.Rye Lee

More rye comments from the fans here.

Just buttering us up and spreading joy all around

Introducing the comedy team of “Bread Pudding”…

Remember Jack Sprat could eat no glut His wife, Ciabatta, preferred swimming in garlic butter… as for me, TUMS for my tummy always handy.

Just don’t crumble to pieces……

Oy. Now I’ve got a haddock from all these puns.

I don’t knead this right now…

Just wait focaccia minute here, alright . . . ?