Well he doesn’t have to worry about it know.
if that is a beer gut, he wouldn’t need embalming, he would be pickled!
Just gets you in the gut
That… that might have been something else…
It’s not him I feel sorry for, it’s the poor Pallbearers that carry the casket I pity.
They have to bury him…that much fat would ignite a fire that would burn down the crematorium.
Itll decompose into a six pack soon enough
Lets hope it is a beer belly and not gas, he´s being cremated and the fire service is busy.
I was thinking it was going to be a Viagra punchline.
Bleeb should be in the pink flowers, then he would have been easier to spot. Maybe he’s hiding from Dalcon.
Hi, Bleeb. (said in a quiet, subdued manner befitting the circumstances)
Obesity wins again.
He’s in luck. Death is a great diet. The weight literally falls off.
I didn’t realize they had expandable coffins these day! Humpf
His tombstone will read… “He always trusted his gut”
And he was only 32…
Then again, it’s kind of like you can still see him, even though the casket is closed.
Made me laugh out loud! What more can you ask for first thing on a Monday morning?
Maybe that isn’t his gut. Maybe he’s happy to see you.
Not sure who needs to read this but a spoonerism of beer gut is gear butt.
Are you sure it’s not the Pillsbury Dough Boy…
Bleep has great camo here!
That’s why I’m being cremated, my beer gut won’t fit in a coffin.
Okay, Bleeb!!!!!!! We’re ready for the wake!!!!!!! burp. :)
Yes, Bleeb is well concealed, but badly out of position.
This is another good use for 4wd tilt-bed towtrucks. Cable drag pickup and dropoff.
Today’s strip is truly gut wrenching.
August 21, 2015