Oh the two of you will get a lot more than just dessert out of this.
Too bad it didn’t land on those two grubs under your seat!!
I’ll bet Dobby is behind this.
Yes, they’ll send it to his funeral.
Now to check that life insurance policy…
Indeed. Dessert is all that you should seek out of that.
Is Bleeb high fiving?
… or … Will they have to pay extra?
… or … Is this “on the house”?
… or … Is (part of) the “house on him”?
She certainly doesn’t light up HIS life!
I’m not even sure he has a pulse, lady
There’s one right above your head as well Missus.
The Phantom of the Opera must be in the house.
The expression on his face could cut glass – or vice-versa!
He’s probably dead Julia, you’ll have to pick up the tab.
With a good lawyer you’ll own the place breakfast.
Where’d that last tink COME from ? ? ?
The chandelier of Damocles
Do you notice anything peculiar on my dinner plate?
Oui Monsieur! A Chandelier! Will Monsieur be requiring ze doggy bag?
Praise the Lord, I saw the light.
Here’s a coupon for .50 off of your next purchase. Can I hail you an ambulance?
Or a percentage of the business…..
Looks like Bleeb is next! Stay tuned. Will the toon creator come to the rescue?
I wonder if he feels light-headed.
At an outdoor cafe in Santa Barbara, a palm frond fell forty feet and injured a customer, who was already confined to a wheelchair. The settlement was enough to put the restaurant out of business. Tree-trimming is not just something power companies need to keep up with.
Oh no! Bleeb, look out, Dalcon’s right behind you!
Oh no, it looks like Bleeb and Dalcon are waving their fists at each other. Could this be the War of the Worlds? Or the war of the aliens?
Boys, boys, calm down and let’s settle this like adults……… oh wait a minute, that might not work out so well.
I don’t think he’s in the mood for dessert.
This Punch and Judy show certainly brought down the house! Bleeb, just use your ray gun and be done with it! Dalcon – never bring a stick to a gun fight! :)
Lady, I’m pretty sure he’s way past worrying about dessert…or anything else right now.
She’s wanting to play poker for food?
If you sign a waiver they’ll give you the whole MEAL free, lady! Of course your husband will still be dead…
How did my wife get in this strip?
looks to me like the right card HAS been played…and no need to settle for just a dessert
Splorch?!? Go see “Betty”.
As blood seeps from under the glass.
August 21, 2015