That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for September 18, 2020

She has the jug of wine. All she needs now is a loaf of bread and thou.

Dreaming of her ex boyfriend Ewer.

Waitress with her pitcher of water, waiting out the doldrums between the lunchtime crowd and the start of the evening rush.

Just passing the time till her boyfriend gets out of the jug.

Lisa used to talk to a pitcher, but it spouted off too much.

the young widow ponders where to spread her late husband’s ashes…

I believe she’s debating whether she should chug it all right now and say she tripped, or take it home to the master.

“Should I stay or should I go?”

“Hmmmm….. maybe I’ll become a writer. The main character I’ll call Harry pottery. “

That’s not Urnie! That’s Archie, the jughead!

Sally has no idea where to find a replacement filter for her Brita pitcher.

Nobody ever seems to mention the “book of verses “, either.

“Sigh, if I only hand one more, I’d have a nice pair of jugs.”

Oh the things she could do if she didn’t have to urn a living.

Portrait of the waitress as a young girl, Waiting for Godot, Sittin’ on a wall by the quay…..

“If they could see me now, that little gang of mine, / I’m slinging cheap fajitas and pushing cut-rate wine. / I’d like those stumble bums to see for a fact / The kind of bottom drawer, low rate chums I attract! . . . They’d never believe it, if my Friends could see me now!” Apologies to Sweet Charity: music by Cy Coleman, lyrics by Dorothy Fields and book by Neil Simon (1966).

Find you a woman who looks at you like she looks at her jug

I got nuthin’ – y’all beat me to the punch.

Quit looking at my jug; my eyes are up here.

Girl wondering 2 years after the event if taking the Ice Water Challenge at this late date would still help the cause.

Helen waiting for the posture correction device she ordered to be delivered by the US Mail.

For Benito, life in Lisbon was a real drag. He longed to be rescued from this life of hustle and bustle. He thought maybe the road to salvation was selling wine jugs, … because a Benny urned is a Benny saved!

Relationships are little more than traps/ mere fleeting fancies, fated to collapse/ and so it is I give this heart of mine/ not to the loaf, but rather to the wine..

I thought his name was Jack O’Amphora.

Keats’ lesser known poem – Ode to a Grecian chamberpot.

“He told me he’d meet me at noon. It’s now four o’clock. Maybe he’s not coming?”

Girl with a jug or Gypsy with a jug or Female figure: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Figura_feminina_(1884)_-_Ernesto_Condeixa.png 

(best viewed by Google Chrome, which can automatically translate most pages as necessary) has info and links that point to more info about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting.

https://translate.google.com/translate?hl=en&sl=pt&tl=en&u=http%3A%2F%2Fmuseuvirtual.belasartes.ulisboa.pt%2Fdeliverables%2Fpdf%2Fpt%2F10.pdf 

has a little info about this artist, perhaps in addition to what’s pointed to by the title URL, which indirectly points to his Portuguese Wikipedia page: 

https://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ernesto_Ferreira_Condeixa 

(again, Chrome can automatically translate as necessary). First work by him used here.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #2538 (September 17, 2020) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment.

Oh dear, read this as “Urine” first! oops

The rum is gone. Why is the rum gone? Did I drink all of the rum? I like rum.

The rum is gone. Why is the rum gone?

Girl Nervously Wondering How She’s Going to Fill the Urine Sample Jar.

She ended up wondering why the boys always said, “I like your jug” instead of “jugs.”

Lupe looking at jug, "i wish jose was as hung as this jug, sadly he wasn’t even close. poor Lupe

Her name’s Roberta – Bert for short.

Juanita thinks to herself, “Sure, I’m just a lowly piss girl now! But just wait for tomorow! Joo just wait!!” :>)

Wow! I finally got the big picture, now that’s a nice pair of jugs!!