Ripley's Believe It or Not by Ripley’s Believe It or Not! for August 15, 2021

I’ve solved the problem of the shift key through a delightful expedient: “Sweetheart, would you please correct this mess?” (Jewish readers are doubtless familiar with the phrase “Shalom bayet.”) Tonight’s offering is as follows:After a long time waiting for other aircraft in front of them to take off, an overloaded jetliner finally gets the go-ahead and rumbles down the runway. Once in the air at cruising altitude, the captain says to his co-pilot (completely forgetting he has failed to turn off his in-cabin intercom microphone) “Finally! Well, after a takeoff like that, I’m ready for a hot cup of coffee and a good back rub.” [Some of you may have heard a slightly different version of this story, but not from me, and certainly not on gocomics.]

As a female flight attendant goes running up the aisle to tell the captain to turn off his mic, a male passenger calls out, “Don’t forget the coffee!”

One time I took 41 years to decompose.

Millis Weadors One time I had a bullet lodged in my head for 59 years.

May the Lord be with you.

How long does it take some clothes to compose?

The Latin word for “art” is one letter off — the silent E at the end — from the British vulgar ward fro the buttocks.

What I want to know is: Why was Meadors eating bullets in the first place?

When they took that picture of W. V. Meadors, was he squirming around a lot? It just looks kooky to me.

Apart from that, I got nothing.

Maybe the eagle had a full head of hair before it started its trip to Europe.

I’m glad to see the lettering back to the way it was, but fear this strip was already in the can and the wide unkerned lettering we’ve suffered through all week will eventually plague the Sunday strip as well.

Who watched the clothes decay for 40 years!? What if the Eagle wanted to stay!? Must be nasty to expend all that effort to get somewhere and they ship you back!!

ha! i’ve had nothing nothing lodged in my head for 69 years……

It looks like Willis should have put it back.

Take care, may renowned cosmetic surgeon Theodore “Hatchet” Cormierord be with you, and gesundheit.

Polyester leisure suits will outlast the sun.

My clothes will decompose after 40 years?! So I will be forced to buy a new t-shirt and sweat pants.

A lot of clothes are made of plastic: Polyester, nylon, dacron, rayon, acrylic, maybe others. Normal wear, washing, and tumble trying are sources of microplastic.

Great as always. Eromlig, I bet you are sleeping in a recliner. When I had my shoulder done I did not own a recliner but I do now. I had to buy one the next day. I slept in it for 30 nights until I could remove the very uncomfortable shoulder brace.

I bet that was an exciting dinner at the Meadows house!

You mean it didn’t come from talking like a pirate? I’m so disappointed!

Ars Gratia Artis — the most mendacious corporate slogan ever.

Union or Confederate?

Now I know the difference between ars and my arse.

Amazing, incredible, wow, and that one’s hard to believe

And following that concept to its conclusion, then “fart” means to “kill”…

After returned to the States via airplane the Eagle made the first what’s the deal with those airline peanuts joke.

Did the eagle fly coach or first class?

I think the Latin word, pronounced as written, is where many art critics and pontificators have their artistic taste and judgement