Somehow, this strikes me as thinly sliced luncheon meat. Could it have anything to do with the missing baloney plug? I remember biting holes in my baloney (that’s what she said!) to make a face, and using condiments to complete the face, and then devouring my luncheon grub effigy with ribald abandon. No chance for peas in that senario. The luncheon meat portrait above is probably the childhood work of Nicolas Cage, and was the inspiration for his movie Face Off. No chance for peas in that senario either, and certainly no golden globes (that’s what she said!). The thing behind the meat portrait looks like a flattened coffee filter. Is this some kind of foodie decoupage? So first world T. Can it be considered a portrait, though, with no eye peas? If the eyes are the window to the soul, then surely this is a commentary on the futility of spouting whirled peas without acting in kind. So deep Teresa, so lame.
Y’know the thing about the lame, they’s got… lifeless peas, black eyed peas, like a Seraphina of Cornhampton and Wallingford’s peas. When they comes at ya, don’t seem to be livin’… until they bites ya.
A voice says, “I’m not armed. Please do not shoot me.” I look around. There is a guy standing by the staircase. I know he wasn’t there a minute ago. There were just the three of us. He’s got his hands out, empty, to the side and forward, palms up. It’s the other pea in Flipper’s pod, the Shadow. Great. Now I’m one of six people who has ever seen him and isn’t dead yet. But I’ve still got a friend, and Kelly has hers in hand as well. I don’t care what his deal is. I don’t think he can take out two armed people with eyes on. But I’m not going to relax just yet. I’m still aware that I was shot a minute ago, even if I haven’t gone down yet and don’t seem to be bleeding. “You must be the Shadow, the famed assassin who nobody ever sees coming and the law can’t touch. I’m really not in the market for more trouble. If you’re feeling helpful, how about you call the cops for me?”
When I was a child I hated peas. At the dinner table I would slip them into my pocket and dump them outside. My parents got hip and watched me and I learned that I could swallow peas without chewing them. That talent came in handy when drugs came in vogue.
Petey Otterloop (My Hero!) would emphatically disapprove!
Besides, didn’t Mom always say, “Don’t play with your food”? (Usually soon followed by, “Think of the starving masses in India.”)
And, artistically, it is a rather Brute use of mashed potatoes, gravy, and peas. I’d give it a 6.5 on the Lame-ometer. I’ve always been regarded as a tough grader….
*Hot Rod* about 6 years ago
Seconds Peez.
Tauhid creator about 6 years ago
I don’t know how I feel about this comic yet, which probably means that I will like it more than I am prepared to.
Howard'sMyHero about 6 years ago
2 peas and a pod … but no eye-pod … vegetarian code ? Who nose…?
Brass Orchid Premium Member about 6 years ago
A bold face and the spirit of peas.
Meh~tdology, fka Pepelaputr about 6 years ago
Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas marinating in the snot, up my nose!
Happy, happy, happy!!! Premium Member about 6 years ago
Give peas a chance.
coltish1 about 6 years ago
Poor Agatha fell asleep at the pea-pickin’ party.
Huckleberry Hiroshima about 6 years ago
Qs are carefully yet artfully hidden.
David OBrien about 6 years ago
“I like peas”, she snapped.
PoodleGroomer about 6 years ago
The Operation game didn’t have the real life ER Beans in the Nose.
Rotifer POLICE VIDEOS WERE SO OCTOBER Thalweg Premium Member about 6 years ago
The Exorcist prequel?
Snail caviar, explained?
This Comic Not Work, early discarded version?
Radish the wordsmith about 6 years ago
I haven’t had a pea in weeks.
Look out, there’s going to be a flood!
*Hot Rod* about 6 years ago
Parker Brothers, P&P Monopoly.
*Hot Rod* about 6 years ago
Take a breath off, and the breath out.
Larry Miller Premium Member about 6 years ago
Whirled peas: https://youtu.be/g-BP14JrgLM
Literally.
Linguist about 6 years ago
Sister Teresa Epeascapo shows the class how to go green.
InquireWithin about 6 years ago
MOMA brainstorms possible titles for this work:
Medidation on the Oppression of Muslim Woman
Face Transplant with Peas
You Call That Art? My Five Year Old Draws Better Than This – Now Stop Pushing Them Around On Your Plate And Eat Your Dinner
chromosome Premium Member about 6 years ago
I dreamed I really had to pea.
6turtle9 about 6 years ago
Somehow, this strikes me as thinly sliced luncheon meat. Could it have anything to do with the missing baloney plug? I remember biting holes in my baloney (that’s what she said!) to make a face, and using condiments to complete the face, and then devouring my luncheon grub effigy with ribald abandon. No chance for peas in that senario. The luncheon meat portrait above is probably the childhood work of Nicolas Cage, and was the inspiration for his movie Face Off. No chance for peas in that senario either, and certainly no golden globes (that’s what she said!). The thing behind the meat portrait looks like a flattened coffee filter. Is this some kind of foodie decoupage? So first world T. Can it be considered a portrait, though, with no eye peas? If the eyes are the window to the soul, then surely this is a commentary on the futility of spouting whirled peas without acting in kind. So deep Teresa, so lame.
Brass Orchid Premium Member about 6 years ago
Y’know the thing about the lame, they’s got… lifeless peas, black eyed peas, like a Seraphina of Cornhampton and Wallingford’s peas. When they comes at ya, don’t seem to be livin’… until they bites ya.
Brass Orchid Premium Member about 6 years ago
A voice says, “I’m not armed. Please do not shoot me.” I look around. There is a guy standing by the staircase. I know he wasn’t there a minute ago. There were just the three of us. He’s got his hands out, empty, to the side and forward, palms up. It’s the other pea in Flipper’s pod, the Shadow. Great. Now I’m one of six people who has ever seen him and isn’t dead yet. But I’ve still got a friend, and Kelly has hers in hand as well. I don’t care what his deal is. I don’t think he can take out two armed people with eyes on. But I’m not going to relax just yet. I’m still aware that I was shot a minute ago, even if I haven’t gone down yet and don’t seem to be bleeding. “You must be the Shadow, the famed assassin who nobody ever sees coming and the law can’t touch. I’m really not in the market for more trouble. If you’re feeling helpful, how about you call the cops for me?”
Meh~tdology, fka Pepelaputr about 6 years ago
@coltish1
Tennessee Ernie Ford warned me there’d be days like peas.
INGSOC about 6 years ago
Some things are just not meant to pea..
Radish the wordsmith about 6 years ago
Pea pervert fetish art.
When I was a child I hated peas. At the dinner table I would slip them into my pocket and dump them outside. My parents got hip and watched me and I learned that I could swallow peas without chewing them. That talent came in handy when drugs came in vogue.
weedersea about 6 years ago
Yuck, green teeth. Brush, floss, paint.
SumoSasquatch (aka a boy named Su) about 6 years ago
Better peas than corn.
Sisyphos about 6 years ago
Petey Otterloop (My Hero!) would emphatically disapprove!
Besides, didn’t Mom always say, “Don’t play with your food”? (Usually soon followed by, “Think of the starving masses in India.”)
And, artistically, it is a rather Brute use of mashed potatoes, gravy, and peas. I’d give it a 6.5 on the Lame-ometer. I’ve always been regarded as a tough grader….