Birdbrains by Thom Bluemel for March 31, 2020

It’s one slip I wish I could unsee.

Now it’s going to be hard to put your pants on.

The secret lives of Physiologists….who knew?

Freudian slips are better heard than seen.

Day five of the quarantine.

He’s a crossdresser. Does that mean he’s in love with his mother, or father? Oedipus complex, or Electra complex? What would Freud have to say about himself?

Kliban circa 1977.

OK—this Freudian image has been burned into my retinas.

Clever, though.