The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for January 23, 2020

Oh, dirty eleven!

You think this guy is bad, you should see 23 × 3.

obscene math.

It won’t be a crime by the time they get out.

Woof look at those hairy legs!

Oh crap…

No flashing allowed!

What’s the penalty for a public pinochle?

Oh look. It’s Flash Gordon

I’m not a dirty old man. I was just printed that way.

I remember when I was growing up if our last option was to walk to a Destination, we would go, I’m taking bus number 11.

Thank goodness for the trench coat!

“Book ’im, Uno! One plus one!”

Looks like his number is up!

I say he’s a dreamer. 11! Probably 8.

The police are all clubs.

Honest Judge, he was kidding! He’s such a card!

Not a heart in sight. At least it was not a wild card.

Well I just don’t know. This just doesn’t add up

Poor guy probably dropped a deuce.

Don’t stop him now! He’s on a streak!

Anybody heard the real joke before, about the man who was arrested for counting to 11 in public?

Not for use in strip poker.

He didn’t just flash her, he tried to poker!

If he gets decked in jail, he could shuffle off this mortal coil.

Throw him in the Poker; I mean pokey….

Only The Queen of Hearts may judge him.

He’ll get what’s coming to him, in spades.

But he’ll get off because of police brutality. They clubbed him.

He got carded.

He just wanted to give people something to remember.