Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for June 16, 2018

Let’s split…

mebbe they go to the mattresses ’n then the gutter… no way to know how that rolls!

No one will be spared.

Oh, look at the time. It’s 7:10, time to split.

Fine place to be pinned down.

Is this where the union bowlers go to strike?

It’s one of those bars that’s down an alley just off the lane.

Soon enough they’ll be bowled over by his charm.

Grab your balls, we’re going bowling!

“You Ducks are okay…I’m looking for the King pin, I’ve got a score to settle and I don’t need any Candle-asses getting in my way!”

He’s waiting until they are caught off-guard before he strikes.

Bowling balls don’t knock down pins, people do.

Oh, Balls…

Better run fast if he orders turkey.

They’re spending all of their pin money

Their drink? Pin a Colada of course.

Y’all are really having a ball with this one. :-)

Is it because he’s colored?

He’s got a vacant expression.

…but maybe sometimes if it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and swims like a duck, it’s a duck, or in this case a bowling ball.

Good one, Wiley. And some fine comments to boot. Great reading

get your mind out of the gutter.

stop him before he strikes again.

I wouldn’t want to be in their shoes.

Hey, lighten up, I just rolled into town

Hey boys, got any spare change?

A bowling ball enters a bar and sits next to a group of pins. After a tense standoff a dog enters the bar and orders a beer. Holy s*** a talking dog!

What a couple of pin heads.

All those bowling puns just waiting to be knocked down.

Look at the door. It’s an open frame.

It’s a comic. Just “roll” with it.

I thought this would veer off into police and profiling but today everyone is staying on track and in the lane.

At least there are no comments out of the gutter.

A three holed bowling ball rolls into a bar.

One female pin turns to her girlfriend pin…

“Third one must be his brain.”

We’re safe. He’s a gutterball.

“Don’t finger me! I been framed!”

Reading all these comments – I can’t take anymore pun-ishment!

Interesting, 2 white pinheads profiling a big black ball.

It’s obvious:

The Pins are Male and the Ball is Female.

Ha! These comments are very punny.

I wish the pins at my alley would get drunk. They’d fall over over much more easily.

Have faith, because if he doesn’t, we have nothing to fear. Times have changed, we used to stand on the end of a bowling alley, now we are here at the bar.