Believe it or not, he’s done worse.
From the hairstyling, I’d say that was Peter, but the colorist made it look to be B.C. himself.
…puns and I never see them coming! I’m the perfect patsy, err fan!
Dan, one fine day, went down from Heaven to visit his old friend Stan Frank, who ran this hoppin’ discotheque down in Hell…when he got back to the Pearly Gates, St. Peter noticed that he wasn’t carrying his golden harp. Naturally, Dan said:
“Oh, no! I left my harp in Stan Frank’s Disco!”
As a wise man once said, “frammin at the jim-jam, frippin in the krotz.”
If you left it on a cable car, it must be half way to the stars by now.
My brother had the song stuck in his head for the past couple days.
For shame, Cartoon-Boy, for shame!
Now the Hartless “Walking Bacon” will have to go back to San Francisco to get it, and then you will have lost your bacon in the City By the Bay….
Somebody needs to have a Hart to Hart talk with Stephan.
Song/City Puns? OK. Roy Rogers had a bit of mud on his new boots and so left them on the front porch. Next morning, he finds one boot chewed to pieces, the other nowhere in sight. A set of wildcat tracks leads away from the ranch. He hops on Trigger, follows the tracks. He sees a wildcat perched in a tree, chewing on the other boot. He shoots the cat, flings it over the back of his horse, and rides back to the ranch. Dale Evans is waiting on the porch, singing. What is she singing? “Pardon me Roy, is that the cat that chewed your new shoes?”
Elaborate drawn out pun? OK. Nah. I’ll just provide the punch line and you can imagine or look up the joke. “Transporting gulls across a staid lion for immortal porpoises.”
Few know that Molly Brown, after surviving the sinking of the Titanic, lived out her years as a great restaurateur/innovator. In fact, she devised the first stainless steel sinks and marketed them to restaurants nationwide. And of course she marketed her creation as the Unbrownable Molly Sink.
It could have been I Left My ART in SF also.
AND in the 60s there was the extremist who was blown up by his own bomb. He left his heart in San Francisco, his liver in Berkeley, his kidneys in Oakland…
Hey Pig, if you’re going to San Francisco, be sure to wear a flower in your hair…..or bristles, whatever a pig has.
Should have had the Fat Broad beat him with her club.
it must be Pastis-Shouts-Out-other-artists week.
Love this and all the comments, too.
I once viewed the B. C. strip via Microsoft Network. That meant I was looking at MSN B. C.!
They should have sent Fat Broad. She would have straightened him out good.
That’s pretty Hartless, Toon boy!
Good enough for me Pastis made me laugh thanks again.
Next week on PBS: “I left my heart, in aunt Fran’s Crisco….”
These are pretty good, too:
Made me laugh too. Usually, I have a smile accompanied by deep appreciation.
I heard he got a first draft of a FoxTrot comic that contained a grammatical error. The cartoonist later Amend-ed it.
At this rate, our cartoonist will need a new name: Stephan Pastis Prime.
Joke I heard when I was a kid:
A 90-year-old woman tried roller-skating for the first time. Taking a wrong turn, she found herself speeding out of control down a steep hill, and she couldn’t stop because a wheel on one of her skates had come loose and popped off. She was last heard saying, “You picked a fine time to leave me, loose wheel!”
Posting this by itself because I’m currently unable to reply to any comments:
I also heard a joke that was just like the one Blunebottle posted, except the two characters were Tommy Turtle and Sam Clam. I think you can guess which one owned the disco in Hell.
At least he didn’t leave his liver in Livermore
I love it when Stephan includes other comic strip characters in his strip.
On GoComics I just read and comment on Andy Capp, Calvin & Hobbes, Garfield, Marmaduke, Mutt & Jeff, Pickles, Peanuts, Pearls before Swine and The Buckets.
Did it get high on a hill?
Pig should really not be allowed to roam around alone! That also applies to Pastis