Maybe it’s this from Green Eggs and Ham: I do not like them in a house. Otherwise I’m stumped.
One of my best friends went and upstaged me. Check out this great link she sent me:
Wee-ooh! Ride ’em poker! May I please take a picture of you at the golden CPAC statue?
Oof! While we’re on that topic, let’s burn six of his books.
The tough coughs as he ploughs the dough. Come on, folks, this is Dr. Suess!
This looks really familiar. I would swear it was based on an old Winsor McCay “Rarebit Fiend” cartoon.
Let this be a time of healing, of understanding, of the realization that Dr. Steel was truly the savior and guider, and let his Toy Soldiers lead us to a playhouse of music, fun, and games. But then, Trump was always acting in the same spirit, wasn’t he? Wasn’t he? After all, Trump was just joking? Let’s not kid ourselves. Entertainment depends upon suckers. Propaganda war used to be expensive until Social Media came along. Big Tech plats the rings, and reaps the dividends. This very forum invites me in. Let’s question that.
Best Brewster cartoon since the match with Death at “Hungry Hungry Hippos.”
Rip says it all.
“He was a man of shallow faculties, but profound conceit of himself, and would have preferred, at any time, to be abused rather than ignored. His naturally fluent speech had been cultivated by the practice of years, but as he was neither an earnest thinker nor a close reasoner, and, moreover, known to be unscrupulous in the statement of facts, the consideration which he enjoyed as a speaker would soon have become exhausted, but for the boldness and indecency of his personal attacks, whereby he replenished that element of hot water in which he rejoiced.”—Hannah Thurston, by Bayard Taylor, 1863