Strange Brew by John Deering for May 04, 2021

For some reason, the idea of the doc talking to a skeleton reminds me of the joke about the woman whose husband thinks he’s a refrigerator. She needs him cured because he snores and the little light is keeping her awake.

I tell the truth, Mr.Skinless; I make no bones about it!

OK. You’re dead AND you’re ugly.

I wonder what the conclusion was that he was referring to.

You have bone cancer…

Don’t take it seriously… he’s only ribbing you!

Got a second opinion from Billy Crystal, “He’s only mostly dead.”

“You failed the blood test”.

Carried your anorexia a tad too far..

…yeah. Stop taking the diet pills…

The patient is thinking: “Keep yourself together. Keep yourself together”.

He tested negative for skin cancer.

Rickets…

Make no bones about that!

Yep, you’re dead, all right.

How come the doctor isn’t wearing a reflector on his head? Comic-strip doctors always wear reflectors so we know they’re doctors.

Practicing his bed side manner with his anatomical model.

But the good new is that he now has a BMI of 4…

I got a bone to pick with you, doc.

Deader than a fart.

On the plus side, your cholesterol levels are fantastic!

No bones about it…