That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for January 13, 2021

The Internal Organs Roadshow was one of the weirdest shows in the history of television.

“This is all very interesting, but when do we get to eat?”

How come our team gets all the junk parts?! There’s no way we can put together something as cool as Smitty’s team over at table 2 – they have got this money skull that their sticking on a human body and are claiming it’s something called a ‘neanderthal’

How surgeons made a little extra pocket money back in the 19th century – selling ‘novelties’ to interested collectors.

“And this is my mother-in-law’s heart. To be honest, I wasn’t sure she had one, but I found this in her just before she died.”

“Alas, poor Yorick, something’s ajar.”

this time igor got the right brain…

“Hmmm … did that thing just wink at me?”

Reminds me of a friend’s first anatomy exam in med school. She hadn’t quite expected a man to come round with a bucket and give them each a body part to write the essay on!

Guy dead centre is certainly a mood.

“I may have said ‘shaken’, not ’stirred/ or perhaps mispronounced a word/ when I ordered this drink/ for I honestly think/ that floating brown thing is a t*rd ! "

The Medical Society/ had acquired a strange notoriety/ for “corpsely abuse”/ for they played fast and loose/ but the worst was their utter impiety.

Anybody up for lunch?

London’s newest restaurant is right next door to Sweeney Todd’s Barber Shop.

Yes, I know your wife worked all day on the table decorations, Todd, but these are still putting me off tiffin.

This ISN’T pheasant under glass. I think it’s pickled pheasant.

Organ recital.

“Please pal, I know you can cough up a lung. C’mon, have a heart.”

“Are you kidney me? Do I have to spleen this again, I can’t deLiver that here, use your brain!”

National symposium of men trying to understand women

The gentleman in the center appears to be a little overcome by the aroma of the new aftershave, Eau de Formaldehyde from Jekyll for Men.

Is that the famed Wrenched Ankle?

HaHa, Bzzzzzzttt. You lose.

" I can say with all certainty, sirs, this is not a testis! "

See, Mr Bloch over there does have the heart of a little boy.

If he tells one more joke that ends with “and he lost his head” I am going to kill him!

Hummmm. What if we’re all just brains in a beaker.

You know, here’s an idea. Maybe the embodiment of the spark of human life isn’t in just one body part!

Listen Arthur, you married a 20 year hottie, so you got to expect she wants sex more than twice a month!

“Gentlemen, I’ve purchased a mail-order bride on the installment plan. They send her to me one organ at a time when I make a monthly payment. Of course, some assembly will be required at the end …”

Bob waxing on yet again about tannins and oak and pencil shaving-like flavors.

He wins because has found a secret way to block the buzzer.

“Where’s that waiter? Dammit, I ordered artichoke hearts!”

Sorry – this is the only one I brought. I left my heart in San Francisco.

“…So you see, gentlemen, the head bone is indeed connected to the neck bone. And the neck bone’s connected to the back bone…”

The Viva: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Henry_Jamyn_Brooks_-_The_Viva_-_1894.jpg 

has info and links that point to more info about this painting.

http://www.artcyclopedia.com/artists/brooks_henry_jamyn.html 

may point to info on this artist, other than what’s pointed to by the title URL (what else I found replicates that). First work by him used here.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #2618 (January 12, 2021) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment.

Professor Quacksacker hated “Show and Tell Day” at Acme Anatomy Academy, and he loathed having to listen to cocky freshmen, like Farnsworth Frothingale, explain the brain.

Dr Frankenstein making his pitch to the venture capitalist.

the agust gentlemen were getting a little worried over the nights fare. they knew it was strange night, but not that strange. alas some will go hungry.

The three people per table speed dating concept didn’t go over so well …