Lio by Mark Tatulli for November 30, 2016

But does Lio ’ave an ’ole in ’is pocket?

somehow, it reminds me of the moon or of Chewandswallow’s Swiss cheese valley

Say Cheese!

Where’s the little blue guy?

Cheese Gromit!

Mayor Burt Ward

should’ve packed mustard and rye bread

False advertising, looks like the Holey Land to me.

That’s a ‘hole lotta holes. Bet you can’t say that three times fast.

I was going to make a cheesy comment about Switzerland, but it appears I’m too late.

The lodgings are a real hole.

I thought he somehow walked to a green cheese moon.

Holey Moley!

Holey Swiss cheese alps!

I wonder if Lio’s wearing his “Sunday” underwear?

Holier than thou.

What a wholly holy holey mess!

Enunciate. Spell. Selfie.

I wonder if Lio will get to walk with Cheesus?

Holey Land, of course.

The pastor of the church I attended as a child went to the Holy Land during the summer of 1984. For the next five years, every other sermon – literally – included the words “when I was in the Holy Land …” because the man could not get enough of making sure everyone knew he had been there. It got to where people would walk out on him if he started talking about it.