That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for January 07, 2019

Catiline wondering if his deodorant isn’t working.

“Cassius, when I asked you to cut the cheese, I meant literally!”

“Members of the jury, I give you exhibit A: he who smelt it, dealt it.”

Brrrappp!!! And Cicero cleared the room!!!

“Where are you all going, I haven’t got to my best jokes yet?”

What? I bathed just last month, same as you lot.

That’s not Cicero. That’s Bosco. Hi Bosco. C’mere boy. Who’s a good boy… yes you are. Now go play with your friends.

“Don’t panic everyone! I didn’t mean lend me your ears literally!!!”

…and our last audition for hosting the Oscars is Kevin Hart….

The Emperor finds himself alone in his wall proposal.

How I spent my High School years…

What happens when you are the guy who was supposed to remember the grain alcohol for the Toga Party.

Well, geeze, my yellow toga was in the wash! What do you want me to do?

“I want to thank Pompey, and Crassus of course, and all you Senators for giving me this opportunity, and of course to all you Plebeians without whom there would be no ‘ears to lend’, and to the Legions, and my noble ancestors, and of course to . . . " [music starts playing]

The majority party saw no no reason to reach across the aisle.

Cicero Denounces Catiline: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Maccari-Cicero.jpg 

(best viewed by Google Chrome which can automatically translate most pages as necessary) has info and links that point to info about this fresco.

https://www.the-athenaeum.org/people/detail.php?ID=11099 

https://www.wga.hu/bio_m/m/maccari/biograph.html 

http://rometour.org/maccari-cesare-1840-1919.html 

https://gallerease.com/en/artists/cesare-maccari__b816924cea52 

all have info about this artist, perhaps in addition to what’s pointed to by the first URL. This is the first work by him used here.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #2110 (January 6, 2018) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment.

No one wanted to sit near Flatulitus Maximus.

“Two centurions go into a bar…”

Flatulus decided on that day he would discharge the matter which had long roiled within his agitated core, giving form to a movement on the floor of the Senate, hoping to bring them to ordure.

Felix maximus, having just finnished a large plate of black eyed peas, thought it would be good to sit away from his friends.

the senate and house pots were on the far right side of the room.

Only one correctly heard that he did NOT say “Simon says … move to the right”.