Off the Mark by Mark Parisi for September 25, 2015

… and no more numbers!

Where’s the designated molar?

What time is it in the bar? Tooth hurty.

If he does drive, I bet he gets pulled.

I’m not a cab!

His barf is worse than his bite.

I don’t know. He’s got a substance abuse problem, but name-calling’s not the answer.

Groan!! After reading all these comments, I need some of that Novocaine.

The nerve of this guy!

There is never enough when you really need it…

“Call me a taxi.”“Okay, you’re a taxi.”

So a tooth walks into a bar….

Meanwhile in the auto mechanics bar they serve brake fluid. It’s safe—the patrons swear they can stop at any time . . .

Obviously not a wisdom tooth…

You’re gonna feel a little pinch…

Remember – Total Lunar Eclipse in USA this weekend…

He’ll just switch to drinking Crown Royal from the bag, in the cab.