That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for April 24, 2023

The girls decided to have a beach party, but for some reason didn’t invite any of the guys.

Are you certain that the tourists in the gondola can’t see us down here?

Yes, I know I was supposed to bring the bathing suits, but it was your job to bring the food. And I don’t see a cooler anywhere!

“Um Sally, I would advise you to sit on a blanket rather than the sand.”

“Of course I brought a towel! This dang sand gets into everything!”

NEW! Emperor™ Swimsuits. Only the best!

They need lots of suntan lotion.

/// Three fair nymphs in the “suits of their birth,”

none are wrinkled or have a large girth.

There are no fat old guys

from whom to avert eyes.

It’s like no real nude beach on this Earth.

Don’t need no stinkin’ blanket. I like it rough.

There was a certain chemical composition in Danish sea air that, under just the right conditions, in close contact gave Paul x-ray vision. He was thus, as we now realize, one of the first X-Men to evolve. Not the pervert that some girls thought when they caught him staring.

It certainly saved having to hire and pay art models. Early in life he just had to learn to adjust his depth of vision — otherwise people on the beach appeared as living, mobile skeletons.

Brought to you by “SPF 99”—available at your local drugstores and cancer treatment centers!

I wish I could thank Paul Fischer for bringing my fantasy of being on a beach with three lovely naked women to canvas. Way to go Paul!

I know them! Hippy Hollow, Austin, Texas, August 12, 1976. Last weekend out before the semester started.

Hey, you got any sun tan oil? This sun is burning my skin.

Oh, those fun Danes.

“Ethyl, how do you know that man over there is blind?” Ethyl replied, “Oh, it isn’t hard.”

While Magda preferred reclining on her comfortable towel, Marta liked the roughness of the sand on her bottom. Greta stood there deciding whether she really wanted to get those nipples erect by going in the freezing water.

Hey girls, look. Those aren’t rocks, they’re scuba divers.

Shirley, where are those nude guys you said swim here?

“So…which divinity shaped your end?”

“Does sand get in your crotch, too?”

“Are you SURE the Kardashian sisters started like this?”

“Well, you don’t have to get snippy with me. Did you get sand up your… oh.”

“This would be a great day at the beach, but it’s friggin cold here in Denmark”

Just the right Danish, with coffee…

There’s a place in France, where seaside naked ladies dance

But the kids don’t see a thing, cause they’re too busy texting.

Copy: Beach scenery with bathing women: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Paul_Fischer_-_Strandparti_med_badende_kvinder_(kopi).jpg 

has info and links that point to more info about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting. It’s a copy by another (unknown) artist.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (Ctrl- or right-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #3119 (April 24, 2023) 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 info about the referenced artist I used to point to here. First work referencing this artist used here.

Your comic strip just got banned in florida

Sirens day off.

i guess you didn’t tell us about the sign, LADIES ONLY NUDE BEACH.

Of course I’m sitting on a towel! It’s made of the same clear stuff our swimsuits are made of.