B.C. by Mastroianni and Hart for December 17, 2023

You mean like “HOW?”

I’m amazed he managed to get back out alive.

If it had been a feathered dinosaur, it could have been the first instance of someone being tarred and feathered……

He should have deeked sideways at the last second so the dinosaur would make the plunge.

Beats getting eaten.

Ah, the B.C. TARzan eh.

Better to get off and into the tar than to end up as steak tartare…

Ok, not one word. I’ll say MANY!!

No feathers?

Hey! At least wipe your feet before you come in.

Maybe I am wrong but I would think “Tar Pits” is actually two words and it is not ONE word.

Man, all that tar is going to take forever to clean off!

….I don’t want to die…..less of two evils!!!!!!

A little gasoline will remove the tar. All he has to do is dig a mile deep hole, bring up the stuff, refine it, and find something to put it in. I mean, what’s the problem?

Now he should hit the road.

Tracking all that tar inside, pretty soon the cave will have wall-to-wall tarpitting.

When you have to choose, even failure to choose is a choice. Indecision kills more people every year than dinosaurs do.

I think I would have chosen the dinosaur. Much quicker end.

It’s gonna be more than one word for tracking that tar in the cave, and some aren’t gonna be nice.

They charge a lot for mud baths in Mendocino

B. C. is wearing tartar sauce.

and now for the feathers….

I had dinosaur eggs for breakfast in an omelette with peppers, onions, mushrooms, sausage and hash brown potatoes. From our own dinosaurs out back in the coop. We call them chickens now.

The Sin City tarpit a few years later? What’s deep down there scars la brea out of me.

Them’s the pits, B.C..!

A paper book?

A little prehistoric judo would have sent that ol’ T-Rex into the tar.

The only thing missing is the feathers.

My regards to Br’er Rabbit & Br’er Fox