That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for October 29, 2020

“We all did!” (Seagull. It’s what’s for dinner. Like it or not.)

“Dream the impossible dream……”

“Those jokesters did it to me again. I said I wanted to meet the Gauls.”

“This is an awful menu for dinner.”

wow, this place is really for the birds…

Sorry, we were just having our pinpoint bombing practice, squawked some gulls to the barefoot boy through their beaks of tan.

I wonder if ‘A Flock Of Seagulls’ would be a good name for our band?

Abandoned by his parents as a baby, and raised by seagulls, Gulzan tries to ern his keep.

And the con-see-urge summed it all up: “Boids. Dirty, disgusting boids.”

Sea Gull poop, why “The White Cliffs of Dover” are white.

“They told me this was a great place to meet chicks..”

Simon walked ashore. “Ok, I’m here. Which one of you challenged me to the dual?”

This here is a sailor named Flavian/ who’s consumed by a craving for avian/ which he managed to sate/ but then (sad to relate)/ he promptly invited the Navy in…

Better than a fence to ward off trespassers – have to wade through bird crap.

But that was in sixteen -fifteen/ when we weren’t quite yet going “green”/ there seemed to be plenty/ but by sixteen-twenty/ there wasn’t a bird to be seen.

Marooned on the Island of Seagull the vegan only lived for about 2 days.

It appears there’s a Sale This Week on Briton Reviere art, BOGTF (buy one, get 2 free).

Marvin’s experimental nitrate detector leads him to the mother lode.

Gulls. Why did it have to be gulls?

After signing the contract, and his check had cleared, on his unseen beachfront timeshare property, Demitrius discovered he’d been gulled.

Our history seldom shines/ to erasure it often inclines/ for example, I doubt/ that they taught you about/ the slaves in the guano mines.

It doesn’t really matter, as gull poop is a fungible commodity.

Roger McGwinn recruits members for his new band, The Byrds. Soon after, their first hit, Tern Tern Tern, becomes a hit sensation.

“Well, Ma, the good news is that this morning we had a record fish catch. The bad news is …”

The things I go through to socially distance myself from COVID. At least these birds aren’t Corvids.

“Which one of you birds snatched and ate my girl’s engagement ring?”

“(sigh.) Another one of these trendy restaurants where you spear your own meal.”

An Old World Wanderer: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Briton_Riviere_-_An_Old_World_Wanderer.jpg 

has info and links that point to more info about this painting.

http://www.artcyclopedia.com/artists/riviere_briton.html 

https://www.wikiart.org/en/briton-riviere 

https://www.artrenewal.org/Artist/Index/419 

https://www.askart.com/artist/Briton_Riviere/9000481/Briton_Riviere.aspx 

https://prabook.com/web/briton.riviere/2479763 

http://www.victorianweb.org/painting/riviere/index.html 

https://artistsathome.emorydomains.org/exhibits/show/victorian-artists-at-home/briton-riviere--r-a---m-a-/riviere-the-artist 

all have info, or links that point to more info, about this artist (again, askart.com can be read for free on Fridays), perhaps in addition to what’s pointed to by the title URL. So far, 10 works by him have been used here. 

https://www.gocomics.com/that-is-priceless/2020/10/27?comments=visible 

has the prior (my comment there included the same artist info URLs).

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #2567 (October 28, 2020) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment.

And ate my fries.

Doris had sent Michael here to get some eggs, but there wasn’t an egg store to be seen anywhere.

“Yo, bird brains! I’m a casting director from Tinseltown. Any of you want to be in an Alfred Hitchcock movie? No acting skills required, just do what you normally do and maybe peck a couple of props to pieces.”

Never volunteer to make omelets for the crew’s dinner!

Steven king of the gulls surveys his subjects. " i am expecting a few good eggs for breakfast tomorrow gals".

Scouting Bodega Bay for a new Hitchcock movie, Darrin suddenly had a great idea.

Look! Up in the air! Who could it be? Superman? Oh. Nope, just another seagull.

Though the chances were terribly slight/ he had hoped for a eagle in flight/ so he thought it absurd/ when a small hummingbird/ chose his ass upon which to alight../Seized by paroxysms of fear/ and knowing that no help was near/ like old Bulldog Drummond/ his courage he summoned/ and fended it off with hiis spear !

Everyone absolutely outdid themselves today! I had to “like” all of them. It’s my bedtime, but I’m almost to weak from laughing to get out of my chair!

I am here for only one reason, my girl friend jumped ship.

Oh man, it was so stupid to leave my sunglasses here!