That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for November 14, 2024

Guys, enough is enough! Go home and stop following me!

My original comment: “Are you mocking me Tony? You’ll hear about this when we get back to the office.”

/// In the Charge of the Carabinieri

at Pastrego the gunfire is scary.

He who rides a white steed,

though it runs at high speed, is a target—

(the first they will bury).

Double Kohls bucks ends today!

Into the battle the brave captain charges!!

The others weren’t quite as brave and stayed behind.

Last man to the bar pays the bill.

The Front is this way numbskulls!

Should’ve saved this for Black Friday — then he could yell, “Charrrge it!”

We’ll wait till the smog lifts, General…

“I’m going to Taco Bell! Anybody want something?”

Getting that big screen tv at Best Buy on Black Friday

Sebastiano: Okay. I’ve finished the bridle. Everybody reset, again, and I’ll start working on your hat.

I think of the Little Rascals (either Spanky or Alfalfa) reciting the poem: Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, (while fire crackers are going off in his back pocket)

Follow me to the ‘Black Friday’ sale!!!

“Once more unto the breach!” Gawd I hate poetry…

This must be that “rustic cavalry” I’ve heard so much about

“I see what you’re doing back there Smith, and it’s not funny. Maybe you’d like to come up here with me?”

The clown who led the attack/

Was beheaded by Austrian flak/

So we followed his horse/

For the rest of the course -/

And half of us never came back.

The casualty rate was insane:/

We charged over open plain!/

No cover at all/

Every dang cannonball/

Terminated a living brain..

And after the battle had ended/

The few who survived were commended/

And as a reward/

(Which could not be ignored)/

Their enlistments were promptly extended.

Charge of the Carabinieri at Pastrengo (30 April 1848): 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

"Category:Sebastiano De Albertis" Wikimedia 

(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, DuckDuckGo, Ecosia, and Brave 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 Carica, and click its link for info and links that point to more info (perhaps best viewed by the Google Chrome or Mozilla Firefox browsers, which can automatically translate most webpages if necessary) about this huge painting. 

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (Ctrl- or right-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s THROWBACK THURSDAY: MASTERPIECE #2506 (8/4/20) (November 13, 2024) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment, and using the dropdown menu (even larger, if you trim what’s after .png from the URL). I have added a comment there pointing to the info about this artist I used to point to here. So far, only work by him used here (2 times total, including this Throwback Thursday repeat), the August 4, 2020, strip being its first use.

How far back did he throw that phone? Throwback Thursday, you see.

“Is anyone keeping track of what’s in front of us?”

He gave up his job at the dairy/

To ride with the carabinieri:/

But he couldn’t endorse/

Abusing a horse/

So they gave him a dromedary…

Follow me if you want to learn how to be a poltergeist and swivel at the hips 180 degrees!

Some comments from August 04, 2020:

rmremail: Hey, mom, They followed me home. Can I keep them?

rmremail: This is actually a scene from an early heist comedy – the guy in front just stole the horse, and the rest of the riders are out to get him.

Kind&Kinder: “It’s I! I ordered the sausage and mushroom pizza!

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l3i7l: “My horse just stopped. Anybody have another quarter?”

Call me Ishmael: Why did you bring your quarter horse?

l3i7l: Because it was less expensive than a Morgan.

JH&Cats: If you spend the night inside the Trojan horse, does that make it an RV? Or just temporary quarters?

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Impkins: Follow me! Follow me! How can I be your leader if you won’t follow me?? :>)

meowlin: Into the valley of bad reception rode the six hundred…

Reader: Who put the burr under my horses saddle?