Birdbrains by Thom Bluemel for February 24, 2010

Only the live ones here for the lady & I, pal!

Good Morning Thom and Everyone!

“What do you think I am? A vulture?

poor server looks so confused/scared

“Look at that S-car go!!”

They must have been good! Only the good die young!

JP Steve, groan! They want to eat them live so they can feel them squirm down their throats. Yuck!!!

Happy Birthday, Tabby!

Then that is Escarwent.

Tell the chef not to use so much salt.

Marg and Carmy thanks!!! love you two!!!

The waiter has a bigger beak than those birds…

Truly a bird brain toon today!

That specialty is a slow mover on the menu!

Steve Martin would return it, too.

”I prefer to smash it myself against a rock”

Personally - I have tried escargot, escargot is not a friend of mine - ergo, no escargot.

I do like the color strips. They highlight the crazy nature of this strip!

You guys are on a roll this morning!

He’s reacting rather like a Klingon reacts to dead gagh (bloodworms). I can’t think of anything funnier (well, it’s funny to me at least).

The next Top Chef contestant, please!

The female bird needs a scar on her arm.

Good Morning Grog. I hope you’re feeling better today.

He’s putting an embargo on the escargo…

maybe you would prefer some hot buffalo wings, sir….heh heh heh

“Waiter, there are SNAILS on her plate!! You’d think that in a fancy restaurant like this one they could keep the snails off of the food, but noooo. Now take this away and bring us some of those fancy cheese sandwiches and bring the lady something for five dollars.”

I am offended Thom. Over 30 years ago I was put off eating escargot when I ate one in a restaurant that hadn’t been cooked. It has only been recently that I have been able to enjoy eating them again. Until now that is. Deeply, deeply offended.

Does that make it escargone?

Maybe he’d prefer Red Wigglers - the cadillac of worms to dead snails.

Good morning Lonewolf. I’m a little better now, thanks, but there’s still a lot of room for improvement.

i love escargot, but it better be dead (and well cooked) or i ain’t touching it. nice reference, too, Grog.

Hey–I see a face above the white shirt!

Never mind. It’s the waiter’s face…

I prefer worms! Oh how they wiggle and squirm. Those long thin skinny ones, short fat juicy ones. Itsy-bitsy teeny weeny worms.

My that waiter looks sharp.

The waiter’s right elbow and back look a little like a face?

That waiter should slug him.

Or snail him up side the head!

Nah, he’s got too thick a shell.