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Normalcy is a very flexible concept in most cartoons. And that’s one of the reasons we find them funny! Loved it! Thanks for the chuckle. Great way to start a day.
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kiss’d I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? Quite chap- fall’n? Now get you to my lady’s chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.
pschearer Premium Member over 3 years ago
I can see the review already: “Alas, poor Yorick.”
IanBoothby over 3 years ago
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Pickled Pete over 3 years ago
He used to be ahead, but alas, his parents were rather hard headed about his growth.
Gent over 3 years ago
I bearly knew him, Horatio.
comics guy 47 over 3 years ago
A very skull-ful performance by their son!
Ontman over 3 years ago
He’s giving a bare bones performance.
in-dubio-pro-rainbow over 3 years ago
Yeah! He’s having your eyes
spaceagesoul over 3 years ago
What cracks me up is the guy looking down at the skull in the seat as if it’s nothing unusual.
Nyckname over 3 years ago
And you called him a numbskull when he said that he wanted to go into the theatre.
thejanith Premium Member over 3 years ago
Normalcy is a very flexible concept in most cartoons. And that’s one of the reasons we find them funny! Loved it! Thanks for the chuckle. Great way to start a day.
briangj2 over 3 years ago
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kiss’d I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? Quite chap- fall’n? Now get you to my lady’s chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.
“Hamlet”, Act 5, Scene 1
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=On14CIYwpyE
Imagine over 3 years ago
Doesn’t smile much, does he.