That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for October 16, 2023

/// His old lab coat’s seen many adventures

that have earned “Doc” some praise (and some censures).

He once had apprenticed

to Washington’s dentist,

and ‘twas he carved those infamous dentures.

Franz realized that August was a very good vintage.

That’s a lot of Scotch. After that, he will be lucky if he remembers the way to the privy.

Rumpelstiltskin stopped off for a drink at the pub and got so plastered that he told all the patrons his plan, including his real name.

Herman wasn’t sure if it was just a little release of gas or if it was a shart.

From the look on his face, Ralph knew he was one wine too deep…

Something about “Redcoats”, that’s all I remember.

What did I come in here for?

“No, really! It’s a great joke! If only I could remember the punch line.”

It’s a new drinking game. Every time you see the coming by land, you take one shot. Every time you see them coming by sea, you take two. After a couple of shots, you’ll see twice as many, so you’ll need to take twice as many shots.

The first known use of the phrase “not by the hair of my chinny chin chin”.

“Now where did I put my Hat?”

Yes, I guess I am a sort of a Minuteman. About a minute after I finish my drink I’ll be heading to the men’s room.

Contemplating the charms of the serving wench, and wishing he was younger.

See Thomas the blogger

(A ne’er-do-well slogger)

With a cold sore nip

Twist the cup and his lip

Stung by sour lager.

.

One good Schluck

And you could tell by the look

Of cringing sharp pain

He’d forgotten again

Such pain was no fluke.

.

Zaftig barmaid Gert,

With whom he’d always flirt

Took his expression awry

As a disinterested guy

Instead of one hurt.

.

And his bar mates made a bet

How soon his drawers he’d wet.

Sly Simon won the wager

Of such matter being sager,

Having this tableau often met.

.

At home poor Tom caught heck,

His wife slapped him on the neck,

Crying, “You think I am a shrew,

But once again I knew

You’d come back a sodden wreck!”

“There Stands the Glass..” – Webb Pierce (“..it’s my first one today..)

“ This may be an Auslese, Herr Ober, but it’s no Spätlese !”

It felt so naughty, wearing his wife’s stockings instead of his own.

Herr Friedlander spends his days/

In a dim alcoholic haze: /

His sad, bleary gaze/

All too clearly betrays/

That he merely pretends to “appraise”..

Army Surgeon Ron “Rummy” Rasmussen debates having another glass of his grip tightener before a delicate operation.

I’ve had a lot of crowns and fillings and implants. I’m so glad I live in an age that knows how to numb you up during dental work!

Wondering if he was supposed to tuck his shirt in.

Geez these pants pinch the He— out of the ole Bag o’ Goodies…

Brain fog?

I left his contact information on the home PC.

“Wait till ‘ol Ben finds out I attached a key to his kite. He’s in for a shock!”

A good sip: 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

"Category:Friedrich Friedländer" Wikimedia 

(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, DuckDuckGo, Ecosia, and Yandex search engines) in the browser address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and choose the first Category: found and once there find the text string guter, and click its link for info and links that point to more info (perhaps best viewed using Google Chrome or Mozilla Firefox, which can automatically translate most webpages if necessary) about this roughly B5 paper size painting.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (Ctrl- or right-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #3204 (October 16, 2023) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment, and using the dropdown menu (even larger, if you trim what’s after .png from the URL). I have added a comment there pointing to the blog entry with my comment and reply pointing to info about this artist I used to point to here. So far, 6 works by him have been used here, the January 16, 2023, strip being the prior.

I think I can get away without bringing the hat’s user manual.

It’s too bad Suzanne Somers just passed away. This guy needs a Thighmaster desperately.

With that smirk on his face brings to mind “He who smelt it, dealt it.”

Hmmm, and that cute little girl next door…