That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for March 12, 2024

“I hope you gentleman enjoy this dish. I put my own personal touch in it in the back.”

/// Four blithe huntsmen around a long table

and a serving maid, “lovable” Mabel.

Hunters think Mabel’s foxy.

She assumes they’re all poxy,

and, because of that, likely unable.

After the way these ‘gentlemen’ had been treating her all evening, Deborah Sampson decided to move to America so she could legally shoot some redcoats.

The hunters are home from the chase/

And a second hunt now will take place/

As the maid is pursued/

By the lecherous brood:/

(Got her diaphragm on, just in case !)

Sarah made a fine dish of mouse, rat, squirrel, and pigeon soup from what the hunters brought in.

“An order of soup for the man in the red coat. . . . Umm..”

The maid is a shapely sprite/

Who looks like she could put up a fight/

But if I am right/

She’s in quite a dire plight

She’ll need good luck to get through this night.///

They outnumber her four to one./

They’re expecting an evening of fun../

But she’s been here before/

And I could have swore/

That her apron conceals a gun..

Percy was so busy taking selfies he missed the soup course of the meal!

/// They’ve found hunting to be a huge bore

which pays nothing!. They need to earn more.

Throw away riding crops.

Khaki pants with red tops

let them work in that new Target store.

Life’s tough when you are a commuter.

Not everyone finds a job that will suit her

I’m off to beer and loud sports

There’s better money in a tight tee and shorts.

I’m working till closing at Hooters.

WHERE are their horses? What is the point of fox hunting outfits without horses?

Any more complaints about hair in the soup, and you get soup in the hair.

“A toast, to the wench train conductor!”

THE REDCOATS ARE COMING!

You gentlemen have never heard of the”running of the bulls”? It is great fun and, luckily, you are dressed perfectly.

“You didn’t indicate how you preferred the fox prepared — so I just fricasseed the thing for you. I presume red is the wine of choice. ‘Bone Appetite’!”

Here’s to the serving wench, a toothsome young lass. She’ll bring you a tankard and ignore your drunken pass.

They had all agreed on their choice, Giving reason for them to rejoice, To stand up for their nonce, In the SOTU response, With her Fundie Baby Voice.

When you’re one of the lucky few/

And you’re wealthy, with little to do/

And the fox gets away/

At the end of the day/

There’s always new “prey” to pursue ..

“Yes, sir, your comment regarding my backside is quite original and not something I’ve heard from men exactly like you hundreds of times before.”

Men’s version of the Red Hat Society.

“So, have any of you gentlemen seen the movie ‘The Help’?”

“Good hunt today, young lady, each of us took a crack at bagging a goose — would you like to see a demonstration?”

Huntsmen and a serving maid around a table: 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

"Category:Harold Piffard" Wikimedia 

(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, DuckDuckGo, Ecosia, and Yandex 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 85869, and click its link for info and links that point to more info about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting. File history has the strip coloration image. 

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (Ctrl- or right-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #3285 (March 12, 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 the blog entry with my comment pointing to the info about this artist I used to point to here. So far, 2 works by him have been used here, the March 11, 2024, strip being the prior.

Molly serving the crude, rude, lewd, stewed brood (thank goodness they’re not nude.)

“Hey, guys, I finally found the setting to get the front-facing camera to work!”

While she was distracted, Charles made sure to get a side-boob shot without her noticing.

Tastes a bit salty.

As Lucy smiled with gritted teeth at the Colonel’s feeble attempts at seductive humor, she thought to herself, " If this silly old bastárd tries to fondle my butt one more time, I’m gonna dump this bowl of hot soup right in his lap!"

Why only one bowl my dear sirs?

I keep hearing this saying – one if by land, and two if by sea.

Who wants more MAGA tears?

The waitress is practicing politics.

“It’s amazing, I must take a selfie with it. “

Wednesday:

It’s a picture to contemplate:/

A pumpkin borne by a tomat-/

O – what must she endure/

From the feculent boot/

Whom they just can’t incarcerate?