Reality Check by Dave Whamond for January 20, 2020

And echoed in the wells of silence.

“You Are The Wind Beneath My Sheets.”

It’s certainly one way to express your opinion of them without actually shouting it out loud.

No words necessary. (Is this why they wear brown?)

At least you know they aren’t going to say anything.

Monk Funk…

Thus spake Brother Flatulus.

I can so identify.

His nickname is Tootsie.

“What were you expecting, Chimes?”

More from my Uncle Ezra: “Ye’ ain’t growed up ‘less ye’ c’n let a fart in a bunch a’ yer frinds ‘thout laffin’ ’bout it.”

hot box

Least it wasn’t in the confessional.

Brother Farticus.

Forty Hail Mary’s and no more lentils

From Redd Foxx: “And God made them stink, so that the deaf could enjoy them, too”.

they action doesn’t discriminate!

LOL..inside. Too many cabbage rolls from the deep..friar.

Twould be better were it silent, Ralph.