Reality Check by Dave Whamond for August 19, 2022

Waiter, there’s a fly in my soup. Come to think of it there’s fly’s EVERYWHERE!!

Do dung beetles wear dungarees?

Perfect one, Ralph!

We will serve no dung before it’s time.

Ralph will have the $hit & shinola on a shingle, hold the sauce…

Whenever you start to think that all of the things in your world, like love, life-in-general, and politics just stink!…

… remember the Dung Beetle!

Ralph knows the difference.

Now, there’s a mouthful.

Don’t forget, the tip includes the schmuck that has to dig and form the balls for shipment.

As always, this reminds me of the dung beetle that walked into a bar … the bartender told it to “Pick a stool” …!

A table with a view at the top of the heap

as they left the place the husband turned to the wife and said, “boy, that was good sh… shad…”

I already used my one dung beetle joke this week.

Beetles have their own Sisyphus myth too, methinks.

Oh, the pilot was eating a bowl of soup when the co-pilot, who was exercising next to him, dropped his small barbell into the pilot’s lap. “Flyer, there’s a weight in my soup”!!

I’ll have what Ralph’s having.

That’s not what they do with dung balls, but never mind.