Free Range by Bill Whitehead for November 27, 2022

Turning it into a “brawling” alley.

Only eight pins in the saloon, the seven and ten must have split.

Scatter he can’t get us all

He was out in the alley a few minutes ago.

I want to know how those pins drink their beers with no straws.

One might think they’re wearing “bowler” hats, but nooo…

This is a respectable saloon. We don’t allow no gutter balls in here!

If they built that doorway right (more narrow than the bowling ball is wide), they could proudly and safely say “This saloon door ain’t big enough for the one of you.”

Ain’t what I meant when I said I wanted to have a ball tonight.

They’d better scrams before he strikes.

And once again, the bully shows up and knocks em all down! ☺️

I’m gonna knock down all you lily-livered rednecks.

Candygram for Mongo. Candygram for Mongo.

Maybe he’ll spare them.

This reminds me of a Far Side cartoon.

Time to get bowled over!

Get your mind out of the gutter.

Following in the tradition of Gary Larson, who penned several hilarious ‘trouble brewing’ toons.

No problem at all, he too fat to get through the swing doors.

“We don’t serve your type here!”

The bowling ball enters and rolls up to the bar. Says:" Give me three shots of whiskey", and proceeds to pour them into each of his finger holes.

That feller can’t be no cowboy. He ain’t bowl-legged.