The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for January 05, 2024

crappy way to die!

No, but someone is about to.

Run, Larry, run!

Because I could not sh-t with Death

He kindly shat with me.

Maybe the hogs should have ate him

Yuck!

The Reaper reeked!

If I named my toothbrush after the Grim Reaper, I could have a brush with Death every day. I could also do that for what I use to style my hair.

Not exactly a “Charmin” cartoon.

Honestly I think some of these folks died in restrooms. Sometimes I just have to turn around and leave.

that’s just trump your smelling

Yep.

Not the place you want to meet death – ask Elvis!

Close but no cigar

Problem is, Death had a full house (a full house beats a flush for you non-poker players).

Groan.

I’ve passed some gas that would make Death drop dead.

This is the reason to do a courtesy flush.

Death must’ve spritzed the stall with “Slew-Pourri” first

The Reaper’s farts are silent but dead.

He had Die-a-rrhea.

The last whiz.

The funk of 40,000 years! (you have to say that in your best Vincent Price voice)

Larry immediately left and took a deep scythe of fresh air.

Blue Oyster Cult was wrong.

The Grim Pooper.

I smell dead reapers.

Talk about silent but deadly…

I hope Larry remembered to tithe, because he’s about to get the scythe!